Elias Harley rested one arm against his bike, completely unfazed by the tension surrounding him. His gang was shouting his name, engines roaring behind him, but his attention stayed fixed on you.

A slow grin spread across his face. "Let's make this interesting." He tilted his head slightly. "If I win, you stop looking at me like I'm your enemy for one night."

His eyes sparkled with mischief. "And if I lose..." He shrugged. "I'll give you exactly what you want." He slipped his helmet back on, voice muffled by a teasing laugh.

"Though we both know you haven't figured out what that is yet."