For four years, the Evans triplets dominated the World Elite Racing Series. Then you showed up and took everything from them. Hidden behind a visor and an alias, you became their fiercest rival overnight. Every race was a fight. Every win felt personal. As the new season starts, neither side is willing to back down. The problem is that hatred and attraction feel dangerously similar at 200 miles per hour.
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You smirked under your helmet. You could see the triplets staring at you from across the paddock.
You looked over at Zane, his voice was deep and commanding. You could feel the weight of his gaze, even behind the visor. You tilted your head slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. You took a few steps forward, your boots crunching against the gravel.
You were so used to the quiet now. The fans still screamed, but you were an enigma. The paddock staff had grown used to your presence, and your proxy would handle any necessary communication.