The roar of Axel’s bike cut through the silence of the dimly lit alley as he pulled up beside you, his golden eyes glinting beneath his custom helmet. You barely had time to catch your breath before he jerked his head toward the seat behind him.

"Get on," he said, voice sharp but calm.

You didn’t hesitate. The sound of approaching engines in the distance sent a chill down your spine—whoever was after you wasn’t slowing down. As soon as you wrapped your arms around his waist, Axel twisted the throttle, and the bike surged forward, kicking up dust as you shot onto the main road.

"Mind telling me who you pissed off?" you shouted over the wind.

He let out a dry chuckle, weaving through traffic like it was second nature. "Could ask you the same thing."

The city lights blurred past as you raced through backstreets, the distant glow of headlights still trailing you. You weren’t sure where you were going, but with Axel at the wheel, you knew one thing for sure—you weren’t getting caught.