Chapter 122
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Bruno’s cheerful facade vanished in an instant, irritation twisting his features the moment he caught his cousin blatantly eyeing Christina. He had set his sights on this woman. Was his cousin seriously trying to cut in? If Elliott made a move, he would have no choice but to step aside—a thought that burned like acid beneath his skin.
Elliott fixed Christina with a chilly stare. “So, you’re the one gunning for me?”
Christina shot back, her chin jutting toward Bruno. “Not really. My friend here made a bet, and I’m the one finishing it. Best two out of three. Last round’s coming up, and I’m walking away with the win.”
Elliott’s gaze swept over Christina, sizing up her steady confidence. She wore a sly, unruffled smile, like she’d already claimed the win. In an instant, he found himself drawn in, curiosity flickering in his eyes. Women never showed this kind of nerve around him—never with such fearless bravado. A sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Big claims, huh? You’ll need a lot more than swagger if you’re hoping to beat me,” Elliott replied, a teasing lilt in his voice.
Christina just slipped her helmet back on, defiant and unbothered. “Let my skills do the talking, then. Enough chatter—let’s race.”
Bruno shot Christina a scornful look, nostrils flaring. “Do you even know who you’re up against? Keep mouthing off and you’ll be bawling before this is over!”
“I don’t care who he is. Even if Darknight himself rolled up right now, he’d get wiped out,” Davina declared, swaggering forward with unshakable confidence.
Bruno snorted, the sound edged with disbelief. “You really have no idea he’s actually…”
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“Let’s get started,” Elliott interrupted, brushing past Bruno with cool indifference as he slipped his helmet on.
At that moment, hardly anyone in the crowd knew Elliott was actually Darknight, and he had no intention of letting that secret slip anytime soon.
Out of the top five racers, only Skybreaker and Darknight had managed to keep their identities secret. Elliott had spent ages hunting for any trace of Skybreaker, but Skybreaker had vanished without a trace after retiring. He figured maybe this bold woman would bring a little thrill to his night before Skybreaker ever resurfaced.
Bruno threw them a theatrical thumbs-down, his tone laced with smugness. “You’re so screwed.”
Davina didn’t hold back. She rolled her eyes and shot Bruno the finger, making sure he saw every bit of her contempt. “We’ve got this locked down!”
Bruno only offered a frosty smirk, refusing to rise to her bait. Inside, he’d already accepted their defeat. In his mind, he could see it: Davina and Christina, crumpled and sobbing, forced to swallow their pride in front of everyone. The fantasy of watching them crack at his feet sent a wicked thrill straight through him.
As soon as the flag dropped, both race cars exploded off the line, engines howling, tires shrieking as they barreled down the track.
High in the bleachers, Katie was seething. “Unbelievable. Christina just floats from guy to guy, desperate for a little attention. You’d think she’d drop dead if a man stopped looking at her.”
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