Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463 A Cutthroat Race

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“We scared the pretty lady! Hahaha! Come on, beautiful, why don’t you play with–GAH!”

The taunting turned into a shrill scream.

Tammy had lunged forward, her foot delivering a devastating kick to the front of the motorcycle. The metal crumpled inward like wet cardboard, and the impact sent the rider flying onto the asphalt.

“Say that one more time, you son of a bitch!”

Her eyes were bloodshot with rage, and she raised a fist to strike. But her wrist was caught in a firm grip.

“Let go! Or I’ll hit you too!”

Norman let out a weary sigh, his tone resigned. “Don’t be so impulsive. There are cameras here.”

He wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of his heart; he just didn’t want Tammy getting caught in a legal mess. With surveillance, it would be hard to claim self–defense. He preferred to settle scores in a place without eyes, where he could hit much harder.

“They did it on purpose!”

“The pincer movement?”

“Yes!”

Tammy was vibrating with fury, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white. She wanted nothing more than to break every bone in their bodies.

The other riders were stunned into silence, their eyes wide as they stared at the massive dent in the motorcycle’s frame. Was that even human strength? That’s not a woman; that’s a bear!

The taunts that had been on the tips of their tongues were swallowed instantly. If that foot landed on a human chest, it would snap ribs like dry twigs.

Norman lowered his voice, his tone soothing. “Calm down. I’ll get revenge for you.”

Tammy finally relaxed her stance slightly. “I don’t need your help.”

“Just let me handle it this once. It won’t kill you to lean on someone, hmm?”

The last word was soft and low, carrying a protective weight. Tammy was the type who

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responded to kindness but bristled at force; his protective tone hit home, and for once, she didn’t argue.

Seeing her fall silent, Norman felt half his worries vanish. He had been genuinely afraid the little savage would go on a mindless rampage. Now that she was settled, it was time to deal with the trash.

The smile vanished from Norman’s face. He turned his gaze toward the riders, his eyes cold.

“So, your big move is bullying a rookie? Get on your bikes. I’ll play with you.”

The riders exchanged glances, their fear turning into a desperate, malicious resolve. They remounted, eager to avenge their fallen comrade. They had five bikes; they didn’t believe they could lose to one man.

As their eyes met, a unspoken agreement passed between them. A cruel, excited glint flickered in their gazes. If they couldn’t win fairly, they had other ways to end this.

Tammy sensed it. She frowned and leaned in close to Norman’s ear, whispering, “They’re planning something dirty.”

She was too close; her fresh scent filled his nose. And because of her provocative dress, his peripheral vision was filled with her stunning curves as she leaned over. Norman awkwardly shifted his gaze, clearing his throat. “I know. Don’t worry.”

He could see right through scum like this. He had run this route several times and heard the rumors. Many riders had met with ‘accidents‘ here–malicious collisions that resulted in critical injuries. Eventually, the road had been abandoned by serious riders. He hadn’t encountered them before, so he hadn’t given it much thought, but it seemed Tammy had drawn them out.

“Be careful then. Crush them!”

Tammy didn’t know how to give a traditional pep talk, so she kept it simple and blunt, finishing with a vivid throat–cutting gesture.

Norman couldn’t help but chuckle. “Will do.” She was surprisingly adorable.

But the riders were already setting their trap. “Wait. We don’t do solo races. Let’s do doubles.”

Norman narrowed his eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. You carry a passenger.”

He didn’t want to agree. It was too dangerous for her. But the group immediately began to jeer. “Scared? Losing your nerve already?”

“I thought he was a hero saving the damsel! Turns out he’s just a coward!”

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Tammy didn’t wait. She snatched her helmet, pulled it on, and hopped onto the back seat. “Get

on!”

With the die cast, Norman sighed and swung his leg over the bike. These people had finally pushed him too far.

The motorcycles shot out like arrows, quickly disappearing into the night. The wind roared past their ears. Tammy wrapped her arms around his waist, her eyes burning with a fierce competitive spirit.

“Hey! Norman!” she shouted over the wind.

“Yeah?”

“I hate losing! We have to win! We must! Or I’ll beat you up myself!”

Norman smirked. “Fine. Hold on tight.”

His skill was leagues beyond these amateurs. Within a few curves, he had left them in the dust. They couldn’t even see his tailpipe as he leaned into the turns at impossible angles and speeds.

Is he even human? they thought. They wanted to play dirty, but they couldn’t even get close enough to touch him. If this continued, they were going to be humiliated.

Two of the bikes quietly veered off the main road, disappearing into a narrow side trail.

Norman was far ahead, in a class of his own. Tammy let out a scream of joy. “We’re going to win!”

He was about to respond when a car suddenly burst from a side path, hurtling directly toward them. Its speed and angle made it impossible to dodge!

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