Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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(There are going to be a lot of gifs, I hope it doesn't bother you)
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The wind rushes past me, tearing at my hair as I speed through the streets. I can barely hear the roar of the bike over the pounding of my heart. My focus is locked on one thing: Christine. I can't afford to think about anything else.
I lean into the bike, pushing it as hard as I can, weaving in and out of traffic like my life depends on it. Red lights flash by, but I don't stop.
I can't stop.
I swerve around cars, feeling the scrape of metal as I brush too close, but I don't care. I'm moving too fast to worry about the scratches, the angry honks, or the danger.
The city around me is a blur, just streaks of light and color as I tear through it. My mind is racing just as fast, a storm of fear and determination pushing me forward. I have to get to Christine. I have to make it in time.
I thank my reckless teenage years, the wild streak that had me racing bikes in the dead of night, feeling invincible as I tore through the streets. Those days taught me how to handle a bike, how to push it to its limits without losing control. And now, those skills are keeping me on the road.
There's no room for doubt, no time for hesitation. Every second counts. I push the bike even harder, the engine roaring as I speed through the streets, adrenaline surging through me like fire.
This isn't just a race against time—it's a race against everything that could go wrong.
I pull up to the house, the bike screeching to a halt on the sidewalk. I don't even bother to park properly as I sprint inside.
From the terrace door, I spot Christine and Callie. My heart skips a beat.
This isn't the time for visitors.
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"Christine!" I bang on the door, desperate to get her attention.
She looks startled, maybe by my sudden presence or the disheveled state I'm in after the ride. She opens the door, reaching out to hug me, but I brush her off, grabbing her hand and Callie's, pulling them toward the garage.
