Chapter 266

• Leah's POV
• The night swallowed us whole, the city's jagged edges blurring into a smear of neon and shadow as Darren pushed the Harley Davidson to its limits. The truck roared behind us, a steel beast with headlights like twin moons—bloody and unblinking—bearing down to crush us. Its grill gnashed at the air, inches from the bike's rear wheel, and the ground trembled under its weight. I should've felt my pulse jackhammering, sweat beading on my scarred skin, but I didn't. Not with Darren.
• "Hold on to me," he barked, voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. I obeyed, arms snaking around his waist, fingers digging into the leather of his jacket. My chest pressed against his back, and I twisted my head to glare at the truck. It lunged, a predator snapping at our heels, tires screeching as it mirrored our every move. The Harley drifted, sleek and feral, sliding through the streets like a shadow on water, while the truck thundered after us, relentless, clumsy, a brute force of metal and rage.