[Host, she’s still chasing you,] Max’s voice echoed in Lucian’s head.
Lucian’s grip tightened on the handlebars, his voice low and steady. “I don’t have time for her right now… not like she’ll even see my shadow.”
With that, Lucian clicked a hidden button beneath the bike’s handle. Instantly, the machine began to shift and transform, like a scene pulled straight from a sci-fi movie.
The bike’s frame started to contract slightly, optimizing its aerodynamics. A hidden booster emerged from a secret compartment behind the seat, while the headlight split open, revealing a compact rocket launcher. The tires expanded, gripping the asphalt with newfound tenacity, preparing for the surge in speed.
In a flash, fire roared from the rocket, propelling the bike forward with a burst of unmatched velocity. The exhaust growled like a beast unleashed, leaving a trail of green and black streaks in the night air as Lucian maneuvered through the traffic with precision.
“Wh-what the f*ck was that?!” a man riding a bike with his girlfriend nearly screamed, struggling to keep control as the wind from Lucian’s bike almost knocked him off balance.
“Was that even a bike?” his girlfriend gasped, pointing at the faint lights disappearing in the distance. “It looked like… it had rockets!”
The man gulped, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the handlebars. “He’s definitely dying… Crazy people, playing with their lives like this.”
The girlfriend shook her head in disbelief. “Seriously, what was that?”
Just as they were catching their breath, another bike zipped past them, not nearly as fast but still loud enough to jolt them.
“What’s happening tonight?” the man muttered. “Racing at this hour? It’s the middle of the night for God’s sake.” He sighed, his voice laced with frustration. “Let’s just pull over before one of these lunatics crashes into us.”
He guided his bike to the side of the road, his heart still racing from the unexpected encounter.
—
Meanwhile, Cassandra clenched her teeth beneath her helmet, her eyes scanning the dark road ahead. “What the fuck…I didn’t know he could go that fast.” Her heart pounded as she strained to catch sight of Lucian, but he was gone disappeared like a phantom into the night.
The realization hit her hard, frustration mingling with a sense of admiration.He’s still hiding his skills from me… I expected this, but still… She eased off the throttle, slowing her bike as she came to a stop on the side of the road, the city’s lights casting a faint glow on her figure.
Her mind raced, thoughts swirling. Why does he even race with me? It must be boring for him. He knows I’m not a rival. She bit her lip, the mystery of his actions gnawing at her. And he knows who I am.My real identity. What does he want? What’s his true motive?
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the empty road ahead”He’s doing this on purpose,” she murmured. “He doesn’t want me to know what’s happening…he wants to keep me in the dark.”
Frustration bubbled within her, but it was mixed with concern. Whatever had spurred Lucian’s sudden departure was serious, that much was clear. But for now, she was powerless to help.
He’s hiding everything as always… she thought, her grip tightening on the handlebars.I just hope he’s safe.
With one final sigh, Cassandra knew she had to let it go for now. There was nothing more she could do but wait and hope he would let her in when the time was right.
Lucian could still hear Rose’s desperate screams through the call, each word driving nails of fury deeper into his mind.
“Ahhhh, don’t touch me, motherf*cker! You’re going to die, I swear… let my hand go!”
“Luna, what the f*ck are you doing?I never thought you’d be like this…so disgusting… Lunaaaa! Help me! Helppppp!”
Her voice was raw, filled with terror and betrayal. Lucian’s grip on the handlebars tightened, his heart pounding in his chest, each beat like a war drum.
His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, and his eyes glowed with barely restrained rage, turning crimson with fury. Stay calm, Lucian…But the words rang hollow in his mind as rage overtook him.
“This shit is too slow!” he roared, the frustration boiling over. He leaned forward, pushing the bike to its limits.
“Stand the fck aside, you motherfckers!”he bellowed, honking the horn aggressively. The roaring exhaust of his modified bike sent pedestrians scrambling out of his way, the sheer force of its sound like a thunderclap in the night.
In just three minutes, Lucian reached the front of the VRX nightclub, the location Max had given him. Without hesitation, he leaped off his bike, the momentum causing it to slide slightly before it came to a halt. He didn’t care about the attention it attracted the sleek, modified machine left onlookers gaping in awe.
“Is that a Ninja H2R? But… it looks smaller, with thicker tires… wait, is that a turbo on the back?”
“WTF…”
Lucian paid them no mind. His only focus was on the building in front of him. He ripped off his helmet, tossing it to the ground without a second glance, and marched toward the entrance with unrelenting determination.
The crowd parted instinctively, sensing the storm brewing in his presence. His stride was fast, purposeful, and intimidating, drawing eyes from all around.
The guards at the entrance exchanged uneasy glances. One stepped forward, attempting to maintain protocol despite the tension in the air. “Sir, ID please,”the guard asked, though his voice faltered slightly under Lucian’s intense gaze.
“Stand aside. I’m in a hurry,” Lucian barked, not slowing down.
The guards stepped in his path, frowning”Sir, we need to check for weapons. It’s standard procedure”
“I said fucking step aside, you dumbasses!” Lucian’s voice thundered, silencing the murmurs around him “I don’t have time to waste.”
Startled by his ferocity, the guards moved to restrain him. But before they could lay a hand on him
Blink.
In a blur of motion, Lucian vanished from sight for a split second. The next thing anyone saw was both guards crumpling to the ground, unconscious.
“What the hell just happened?”someone whispered, wide-eyed. “Did you see that?”
“I… I think he knocked them out…but how?”
Lucian didn’t stop to explain. He stormed through the entrance, leaving a stunned crowd in his wake.
—
Inside, the nightclub’s pulsing music dulled to a murmur as Lucian scanned the room, his eyes locking onto a passing waiter. Without warning, he grabbed the waiter by the collar, yanking him close.
“Where the fuck is room number 13?”Lucian demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut through the heavy bass still thumping in the background.
The waiter’s initial annoyance melted into fear as he took in Lucian’s burning gaze and the authority laced in his tone. He swallowed hard, the tension thick around them”Uh… up there, sir,” he stammered, pointing to a set of stairs.
“Thanks.”Lucian released him abruptly and bolted toward the stairs, taking two steps at a time, his mind racing as Rose’s faint screams echoed in his earbuds.
“Help me…”
Lucian’s fists clenched tighter with every step. By the time he reached the door to Room 13, his rage had reached its peak. He didn’t pause to knock or check he lifted his leg and drove his foot into the door with all his might.
CRACK!
The door, thick and expensive, splintered under the force, swinging inward and crashing to the floor.The music below stopped abruptly, the sudden explosion of sound cutting through the air like a knife.
“What the hell was that?”
“Did…did he just break that door with one kick?”
“That’s a four-inch, reinforced door! No way…”
Whispers rippled through the club as everyone turned toward the source of the commotion. But Lucian didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the scene inside the room. His heart thundered in his chest, rage and adrenaline coursing through him as he prepared to unleash hell.
Inside the room, the chaos spoke volumes about the struggle that had just unfolded. Broken glass shards littered the floor, glinting ominously under the dim lighting. Fragile objects lay in shattered pieces, their destruction a testament to Rose’s desperate attempts to protect herself.
Lucian’s eyes quickly scanned the scene, zeroing in on the man at the center of it all- a shirtless figure, his muscles tense as he gripped a woman’s hair, forcing her toward the bed. The man’s cruel smile widened as he tried to drag her limp body, oblivious to the rage brewing just beyond the doorway.
Rose knelt on the floor, her body trembling, fighting against the iron grip on her hair. Her hands clawed at his, weakly trying to pry herself free. Her legs swung feebly, her strength sapped by whatever substance coursed through her veins. Her face was flushed, a deep red from exertion and the effects of the drug, her tears cutting painful tracks down her cheeks.
The sight was too much.
Lucian’s blood boiled, a surge of pure fury drowning out all rational thought.His heart thudded violently against his ribcage, a relentless drumbeat of rage.The thud-thud-thud of his pulse pounded in his ears, his breath quickening as the scene before him burned into his mind.
His sister.
On the ground.
Tears in her eyes.
Lucian’s vision blurred at the edges, the world narrowing until all he could see was the man’s hand wrapped around Rose’s hair, the way her body sagged, almost lifeless, as she fought against him.
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