Page 81 of Little Psycho

“Dude, are you okay?”He teases, grinning like a dog who just found a bone.“Looks like someone just got their head turned.”

I shove him lightly, trying to divert attention as the warmth from Cali’s embrace still lingers on my skin.“Shut up.I’m fine.Just trying to think about what’s next.”

“Next as in getting ready for tonight?”Ash speaks up, his voice a mix of longing and determination, a hint of unease lurking within him that I can’t shake.

His eyes flicker toward Calista, searching for something in her gaze as if he’s trying to read her mind or ass her a knowing message.

“We need to keep our heads in the game, especially tonight,” I inform them, knowing that with the races comes more than just adrenaline; it brings the unsaid risks and the potential for all-out turmoil lurking in the corners of our reality.

Calista slides her arms into her jacket, her movements refined and purposeful, like she possesses an innate grace even when the world around us is anything but graceful.“Well then,” she says with a smirk.“Let’s make this night unforgettable.”

She smooths out her short black skirt that barely covers her ass and adjusts the tight royal blue lacy top her tits are squeezed into, making her look fucking irrestable.She turns and walks to the front door, the breeze from outside gently blowing her hair, and all of us momentarily forget about everything else as we step outside into the dimming daylight, our eyes heavily glued to all of her movements.

Heading towards the meeting point for the race, I feel a mixture of excitement and dread twirling in my stomach.Our lives are anything but ordinary due to us regularly skating on the line between disaster and salvation.

The streets are quiet; only the distant hum of engines and murmurs of the night fill the void as we navigate through dark alleys.Dom’s playful jabs and Ash’s restless energy bounce off the brick buildings, but for me, all I can focus on is Calista, who walks just a bit ahead.There’s a confidence in her stride that puts a fire in my soul; it’s like the rest of the world has faded until it's just me and her—two people standing on the precipice of something deeply confusing and utterly exhilarating.

But it’s not just me and her—it’s the four of us, and I keep forgetting that.

As we approach the gathering point, the air and energy shift, the tension thickening almost instinctively as we near a group of bikers warming up their bikes.

I catch sight of various familiar faces—some friends, some rivals—all locked in a dance that reminds me why I’m here and the bonds we forged through the chaos.

“Remember the first race we went to?”Dom breaks the silence between the group, sharing a look with me that uncovers the memories we both hold dear—the thrill of speed, laughter, and the blinding rush of adrenaline as we chased freedom down asphalt paths.

“Yeah, sure the fuck do,” I reply, my heart swelling at the memory.“I thought we were going to get our heads beat in that night.”

Calista giggles softly, nudging me sideways.“And you didn’t?”

“No, I mean...”I hesitate, fumbling my words as my chest tightens in a confusing way.“I mean, I thought it was the end for us.Look at us now.”I think back to the first win and how many drivers we pissed off, smiling as my insides begin to grow warm.

“Yeah,” Ash interjects, and there’s a knowing weight to his tone.“We’ve come a long way, and for good reason.But we still have so much more to go.”

The energy of the crowd swells, and everything fades temporarily as the night draws on.The growl of motorcycles and the hum of car engines and cheers from the crowd all mingle, creating an anthem that echoes our relentless desire for something more—a craving that keeps us all bound together.

Again, I feel a tug at my shirt and look down to find Cali looking up at me, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.“Just remember, you and I have unfinished business, Kill.”She winks, raising her sculpted brow, and then saunters off toward the growing crowd of drivers flocking to Five.

Invigorated by the pulsing atmosphere, Dom and Ash linger beside me, intrigue flickering in their eyes as it has for the past few races, but I can’t shake the feeling squeezing my chest as I watch Cali disappear before my eyes.

With her being back, we’re subjected to danger even more, but instead of running away, I’m ready to dive in and face it.There’s a hint of trepidation in the air mixed with out adrenaline and unease, and over the whispers of who’s racing tonight and who’s watching, and the voices in my head, I can feelitcalling—whatever it is.

But this is the life we all chose, and despite the apprehension swirling inside me, I’m ready to roll the fucking dice.

We’ll rise together, or we’ll meet the darkness, fueling the fire seeping into our lives since day one.It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but even in chaos and madness, there’s peace in knowing we have each other.

As the horns begin to honk, we step up to our cars, grasping onto the unbreakable bonds we’ve forged in the fires of tumultuous nights and reckless dreams.And as Calista comes back into view, a smirk dancing on her lips, I can’t help but feel this night is the catalyst of a new chapter—a chapter filled with the promise of something catastrophic and beautiful all at once.

And fuck, I’m absolutely here for all of it.

THIRTY-ONE

INFERNO

INTO IT—CHASE ATLANTIC

CALISTA

Vibrations surge through me with each step as my feet hit the pavement beneath them.My eyes latch onto Killian’s as he sits behind the wheel in his car, patiently waiting for the race to begin.Something curious passes between us, and I grin, knowing how badly he wants to know what happened between me and Ash.

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