Maya's POV
Maya's stomach twisted as she saw the black car with Cross pack plates pull into the gas station. Two huge men got out, their eyes scanning like hungry wolves looking for food.
She was stuck.
The motorbike keys felt slippery in her sweaty hands. Maya forced herself to walk slowly toward Kai's bike, trying to look normal even though her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode.
"Excuse me, miss," one of the guys called out. His voice was friendly, but Maya could smell the danger on him like smoke from a fire.
Maya didn't turn around. She swung her leg over the motorbike and tried to remember everything Kai had taught her in those few desperate minutes. Clutch, gas, change gears, lean into turns.
"Maya Rose Sterling," the second man said loudly. "We know it's you. Come with us and nobody gets hurt."
Maya's hands shook as she turned the key. The engine roared to life, loud as thunder in the quiet night.
"She's running!" the first man shouted.
