Kieran's POV
The polished mahogany of the conference table gleamed under the soft lights.
Across from me and my brothers, Mr. Albright, a man with a grip like a vice and a smile just as tight, was laying out his vision for the new Vexxon racetrack.
"…and with this state-of-the-art facility," he was saying, his voice a smooth, confident drone, "we won't just be building a track; we'll be forging legends. We'll take raw, hungry newbies and polished veterans and give them the platform to become something… immortal."
My smile was fixed in place, my posture perfectly engaged. But my mind… my mind was a million miles away.
It was back in that dim, pulsating light of the club. It was focused on the feel of a certain woman's body and her curves, the way her soft moans cut through the bass and hook directly into something deep in my chest.
