Chapter Six
"Yo, Bastian!" one of the guys in the crowd yelled.
"Looks like you, bro," Rocky said.
"Let's rock 'n' roll," Bastian smiled.
He made his way to the front of the crowd and talked with the racers before the line-up as well as collected the fees.
Once the details were laid out, the crowd around the racers began to thin so they could make their way to the starting line.
He watched as the racers placed their fees and began to make their way to their cars.
It was either now or never. It was his night tonight. This was the night that he owned.
He watched as the first cars began to make their way to the line. He made his way to his bike to prepare.
She saw him study the racers and knew he was about to get ready himself. She walked over to Rocky and tapped him on the shoulder.
"It's time," she said and he nodded.
He walked with her through the crowd toward Bastian's car. She grabbed her helmet along the way and ran her hand along the inside. She felt the emblem inside and took a deep breath. This was her last shot. It had to go as planned.
He grabbed the jacket out of the car and walked with her over to her bike. There, she took off the plain leather jacket she was wearing and put on the one Rocky gave her.
She pulled her hair up, tucking in inside her helmet so as to be less noticeable. As she slipped her helmet on, she took another deep breath. She had to stay focused.
She got on her bike, put the key in the ignition, and was about to put the visor on her helmet down when someone tapped her on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Rocky still there.
"Kick his ass," he said.
She smiled. He always did know the right thing to say.
"Always do."
She looked through the crowd to see him head off to where the cars were.
She put down her visor, nodded to Rocky, and made her way behind the action.
Taking the back streets, she could hear the cars as they took off. She sped up and began to feel her adrenaline pump. She was officially in her zone.
He was following the sound of the cars through the back streets of the abandoned neighborhood when he decided the time was right. He pulled a quick right and was neck-to-neck with the last car. He pressed down on the accelerator and began to pass the car. Soon enough, he was up in the lead with the first car.
That's when he saw the other biker. They came from out of nowhere, cutting in front of the lead car by inches.
"What do you have a fucking death wish?" he said under his breath.
Not to have his glory stripped from him, he sped up, passing the other biker. As long as he kept this up, everything would go as planned.
"I don't think so, boy," she said under her breath, smiling to herself.
Leaning forward on her bike, she slammed on the accelerator, speeding past him easily.
Before she knew it, the race was over. She had crossed the line meters before him.
She pulled a fast U-turn and mode her way back to the crowd. Once there, she got off her bike and was immediately surrounded by the crowd.
"Someone's gotta control these bikers," one of the racers growled.
"What's wrong, Alex? Hate getting' your ass kicked by a girl?" one of the bystanders laughed.
Bastian walked up to her and handed her her winnings.
"What the fuck is this?" another racer argued.
"She won, fair deal. She beat everyone, so she gets the money. Everyone knows the rules. You don't like it, tough. Take your ass somewhere else," Bastian explained.
"Whatever," the racer slumped off.
He was pissed. So pissed he was seeing red. When he pulled up to the crowd, he could see the other biker in the center of it. He quickly got off his bike, tore off his helmet, and pushed his way through the crowd.
He saw the other biker making their way out of the center and followed them. A few moments later, he was close enough to touch them.
She felt a hand on her wrist and spun around.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
She shook her arm free of his grasp and took off her helmet, shaking her hair free. She then turned around to see the surprise in his eyes.
"You?"
"Welcome to Denver," she said, then walked away.