Chapter 4

I composed myself and rode down the mountain.

Suddenly, I noticed the black Kawasaki was gone.

"Kevin!" I quickly got off the bike and called towards the shop: "Where's the bike? Who took it?"

A horn sounded behind me.

My heart was beating faster than ever before.

For some reason, tears were already streaming down my face.

I gently touched my chest and slowly turned around.

Under the dim streetlight, Ryan was leaning against his motorcycle, dressed in black, his features as rebellious and wild as ever, exuding a bad boy charm.

He raised an eyebrow at me:

"My little spitfire, still so quick to cry?"