Chapter 48 Desastre Mortal

The hum of the motorcycle broke the silence, low and guttural, like a predator waiting to pounce. Claus adjusted Mia’s helmet, tightening the strap beneath her chin with deliberate care. His hands lingered a second longer, his eyes scanning her face.

“You good?”

Mia nodded, though her pulse betra...

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