Claire nudged Owen, prompting him to circle his bike around to face them.
"What's going on here?"
His voice drew the immediate attention of Buzz's crew and the two girls.
"Mind your own business!"
Buzz had vaguely heard rumors about this guy—someone he supposedly shouldn't cross.
But he was past caring.
These two women had bruised his ego, and he was determined to teach them a lesson.
"You're a joke," Owen scoffed, staring Buzz down. "Your skills are trash, so you try to start a fight afterward. If you can't handle losing, don't get on the track."
Buzz flushed with humiliated rage. "Who says I can't handle losing?"
"I just wanted to make friends. How was I supposed to know these two would be such stuck-up bitches? We all run in the same circles, we're bound to run into each other..."
Claire cut him off before he could finish.
"Then you need to get used to having inferior skills. If we're all in the same circle, you'll eventually get used to losing all the time, won't you?"
"You—!" Buzz hadn't expected someone with an even sharper tongue. What did she mean, he'd get used to losing? He was just off his game tonight. If he had driven normally, there was no way he would have lost to a woman.
"Don't act so indignant," Claire said coolly. "Never mind that Mina already beat you—do you want to bet I could beat you, too?"
"You can't honestly be arrogant enough to think you're invincible, can you?"
Her words instantly set him off. "You think you can beat me? Who the hell do you think you are?"
She was just some arm candy Owen had brought along. Just a plaything trying to act tough.



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