Hate Me Like You Love Me (Serena and Caleb) novel Chapter 58

Freedom has a price, and tonight I’m paying it in full.

The warehouse district looks different in the dark—industrial buildings transformed into canyon walls, streetlights casting pools of orange across wet asphalt.

Cars and bikes line the makeshift track, engines rumbling like restless animals waiting to be unleashed.

Money changes hands in shadowed corners while spectators place their bets on who walks away victorious and who gets carried out in pieces.

Shane intercepts me the moment I step out of my car.

“You look like hell.” His weathered face creases with concern as he takes in whatever expression I’m wearing. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“Does it matter?”

“It matters if you want to survive the next twenty minutes.” He grips my shoulder, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Focus. Breathe. Clear your head. Don’t think about anything except that finish line.”

“I know how to race, Shane.”

“You know how to win when your head’s in the game.”

His voice drops lower, meant only for me.

“Right now, you’re somewhere else entirely. I can see it in your eyes. Whatever’s eating at you, the girl, the family drama, whatever the hell has you twisted up, you leave it here. You don’t take it onto that track.”

Serena’s face when she whispered yes. The ring glinting on her finger like a brand. Rachel’s quiet confession stirring waters I thought had settled. Lucas’s shadow looming over everything, poisoning every corner of my life.

“I said I’m fine.”

“And I said you’re lying.”

Shane releases my shoulder and steps back, studying me with the calculating assessment of someone who’s seen too many riders destroyed by their own demons.

“This is your last race. Don’t make it your last night on earth.”

The other competitors are already gathering at the starting line—five bikes total, riders in leather and determination, all of them hungry for the same prize. I recognize a few faces from previous races.

The rest are new, younger, with the reckless confidence of people who haven’t yet learned what this world can cost them.

I mount my bike and feel the familiar weight settle beneath me. The engine purrs to life at my touch, vibrating through my bones, drowning out the noise inside my skull.

This machine has been my confession booth for two years—the only place I could scream without anyone hearing.

“Final checks.” Shane appears beside me one last time. “You remember the track?”

“Memorized it yesterday.”

“Tighter turns than you’re used to. The hairpin at the halfway mark has taken out three riders this season.” His jaw tightens. “Don’t be the fourth.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah.” He holds my gaze for a long moment. “Come back alive, kid. I mean it.”

The starting signal cuts through the night air, and the world narrows to a single point of focus.

I launch forward with the pack, throttle wide open, letting anger and fear and heartbreak flow down through my hands and into the machine beneath me.

The engine screams. Wind tears at my jacket. Everything else, Serena, Lucas, the suffocating weight of impossibilities, falls away into the blur of speed.

The race is brutal from the first turn.

Higher stakes have drawn faster competitors, riders who’ve been doing this longer than I have, who want this prize with the same desperation clawing at my chest.

We weave through the industrial maze like a pack of wolves, jockeying for position, taking risks that would make rational people flinch.

I ride like a man with nothing left to lose.

There are stretches, the hairpin Shane warned about, a narrow straightaway between shipping containers, where I push beyond any margin of safety.

What’s the point? Serena’s marrying Lucas. Rachel wants something I can’t give her. My father’s debts have consumed two years of my life, and for what?

She would be destroyed if I died on this track.

She’s still in there, somewhere. And she needs someone to fight for her.

I want to live. I want to see what comes next.

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