Poisoned Love, Sweet Vengeance
ever thinking h
start. The roar of e
s and forced me onto the back of the motorcycle, tying my wrist
piece of greasy c
ordered. "So you don't
nt of me. He had used that back to shield me from
forward with a
e gag, the sound lost in the wind and the engine's roar. I beat a
, the cloth muffling my words.
bike faster and faster. All he could think about was the
e of the other racers, a big guy named Spike, had cornered
ed. She shot a panic
uthed, her eyes wide wit
s all i
ff the moving bike, leaving me tied t
himself at Spike. "Get your hands o
ly and then crashed. It fell on its side,
body. A hot, wet sensat
So much
me. My leg was twisted at an unnatural
was nothing compared t
ain, I saw Betsy ru
ying her face in his chest. "Take
were his k
back. "It's okay, baby. I'm he
his arms, as if she
t look a
"Your other girl! Her leg's broken! And h
ned on Betsy's arm for
is eyes met mine acro
annoyance. I saw a flicker of something el
ve him back was a
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