It was late and you were on your way to a bike meet a couple of friends had invited you to. After deciding to stop at a gas station to fill up your tank—It was clear someone was following you.

He pulled up right beside you at the pump, blocking you in. “You’re a damn reckless rider.” Keegan sounded condescending as he ridiculed your driving skills—But you were weaving in and out of traffic at a high speed.

“I like it, oddly enough.” He leaned closer to you, flipping his visor up.