Ryder wiped his hands on a greasy rag, eyes scanning the chaos that was his workshop. He had spent the better part of the night tinkering with the engine parts laid out before him. The motorcycle—a beast of a machine—was his latest project, and it needed to be perfect. This wasn't just about speed; it was about legacy.
"Come on, old girl. We're gonna make history," he murmured to the engine block, as if it could hear him.
Ryder's heart pounded as he stared at the image. His father had been a legend in the underground racing world, a man whose life ended too soon in a fiery crash. The motorcycle Ryder was building was more than just a machine—it was a connection to his past, a way to reclaim the honor his family once held.
With renewed determination, he turned back to the motorcycle, his mind racing with the possibilities of what this bike could become. The addition of nitrous oxide would give it the edge it needed. He just had to get it right.
Jax, an old friend turned rival, stood in the doorway, his leather jacket glinting under the dim light. "I heard you're working on something big, Ryder," Jax said, his voice carrying a hint of both admiration and challenge.
Ryder's grip tightened around the wrench in his hand. "Yeah, you could say that," he replied, trying to keep his tone casual though his mind was already calculating the implications of Jax's visit.
"You know, there are some who think you should let the past stay buried," Jax continued, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the photograph on the workbench.
Ryder met his gaze, defiance burning in his chest. "Some legacies are worth fighting for," he shot back, his voice steady and unwavering.
Jax nodded slowly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Just make sure you know what you're getting into," he warned before turning to leave, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet of the garage.
With each bolt tightened and each wire connected, Ryder felt the weight of his family's history settling into place. The motorcycle gleamed under the harsh light, a testament to his skill and determination.
"We're gonna do this," Ryder whispered to himself, a smile tugging at his lips. The road ahead was fraught with danger, but he was ready to face it head-on.
The nitrous was the key, and soon, the world would know the name Ryder.
