Chapter 26 Darius Perce.

Alexandra had almost forgotten the thrill of being in a racing rink.

Sited on her red Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter bike, all dressed in a black body hug racing suit, Alexandra raved the engine twice and heard the spectators in the background cheer on.

To her right was a black Ecosse ES1 Spirit bike who was consistently raving his engine like some big shot. More people cheered for him so she assumed that he must be some pro racer.

Well, not like she cared. Tonight, she was the only person who was going to cross the line first.

With an arrogant smirk on her lip, Alexandra got in her perfect position and watched the referee state out rules that she already knew all too well. And then the countdown began and with every number that passed by, her heart pounded wildly with expectation.

The moment the green light was given to all racers, she pressed hard on her accelerator and left the other competitors in the dust.

The spectators watched in awe. Her bike movements were smooth and s