Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism novel Chapter 199

"The road ahead is a paradise for motorcycle gangs."

Violeta had heard about Moon Bay but had never been there.

In her previous life as a stunt performer, Violeta shot a scene where she drove a motorcycle off a cliff. She had to control a motorcycle three times her weight and dive from a green screen ten metres high.

The stunt coordinator at that time was a motorcycle enthusiast.

Violeta had talked with him before and heard him mention "Moon Bay." He also said that Moon Bay is a paradise for motorcycle gangs.

Nonetheless, the path to reach it was challenging, and one error could be deadly for those enjoying their passion.

"I haven't been there before, but I'm curious. Let's check it out!"

Violeta moved forward, ready to ride Zoren's motorcycle.

However, Zoren stepped back a bit and proposed, "Vio, why not ride with Hade? His motorcycle is more spacious than mine."

Violeta remained silent.

"Alright then."

Violeta had no choice but to sit on Hayden's motorcycle.

Sitting behind Hayden, she rested her hands on his shoulders.

Once they were ready, the four motorcycles travelled alongside each other.

The evening wind whispered past her ears, ruffling Violeta's hair. She reached back to fix it and caught a faint scent of aftershave in the air.

Violeta's eyelashes quivered a bit, and she then looked down at Hayden in front of her.

They were very close to each other.

The aroma was so subtle that Violeta questioned whether she imagined it.

In reality, Hayden had no particular scent, just the clean and fresh smell of bath products.

Like a glass of lemonade on a hot summer day, Violeta's mind briefly envisioned the sweet and tangy burst of orange and grapefruit.

Suddenly struck by a whimsical thought, she said, "Hayden, you actually smell quite nice."

Hayden was startled by her sudden comment.

Hayden exhibited a noticeable increase in tension briefly, showing no response to her remark as if he hadn't heard it.

Yet, his slender fingers clasping the motorcycle's handle grew tighter, causing the joints of his light complexion to become paler under the strain.

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They eventually arrived at Moon Bay.

In this region, there were no enforced speed restrictions since Moon Bay was primarily a wild, untamed area where rough mountain pathways connected Quinston and Heokrish.

Because of the minimal infrastructure, there were no set limits on how fast one could travel.

This drew many motorcycle gangs, often gathered in this locale.