The motorcycle roared as it shot up the overpass, weaving through traffic like a phantom. When they dropped down onto a side road, Janet glanced back—
the red Ferrari that had been tailing them was nowhere in sight.
Manfred didn't slow down. In fact, the bike only picked up more speed. Janet, clutching him tightly, shouted something into the wind, unsure if he heard her. With a sharp turn, they veered off into a narrow path. When the bike finally skidded to a stop, the vast ocean stretched out before them, waves crashing violently against the shore.
Janet could barely stand when Manfred lifted her off the bike. Her legs buckled as soon as they touched the ground.
"You should have more faith in my skills. I'm a racing legend, after all," Manfred said with a grin, helping her sit on a rock by the shore.
