CHAPTER 20
ALEXIA P.O.V
It had been weeks since the incident at Asher's house.
And since then—
Nothing.
No calls.
No messages.
No sign of him.
Before, I wouldn't have cared.
But now…?
I didn't even know how to explain it.
I stood by the window, lost in my thoughts, staring into nothing.
So lost, I didn't even notice someone walk in.
"What are you thinking about, sweet cheeks?" Tyler's voice broke through as he spun lazily in the chair.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" he echoed.
I nodded, turning back to the window.
"Nothing at all," I whispered.
Maybe…
What happened between me and Asher really meant nothing.
Maybe I was the only one affected.
And he—
He simply forgot.
"Hmmm…" Tyler hummed. "You're obviously depressed. Get up."
Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
"What? Why? Where are we going?"
"Somewhere fun."
"But I'm working—"
"Yeah, totally," he cut in, rolling his eyes.
I sighed.
He wasn't wrong.
So I didn't argue.
Thirty minutes later—
We arrived.
A race track.
The place was buzzing—crowds, noise, adrenaline thick in the air.
Tyler walked over to a group of shady-looking men, spoke briefly, and within minutes—
Two sleek, flashy race cars were rolled out.
My eyes lit up instantly.
Now this…
This was what I needed.
I ran over, grabbing his arm.
"I'm choosing the red one!" I said excitedly, almost like a child.
He smirked. "Sure… but don't think I'll go easy on you this time."
"Ha. We'll see about that."
"Oh—and Alexia?"
"Yes?"
"Don't wander around. This place isn't exactly safe."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop treating me like a kid. I've been in worse places. If it's so dangerous, why bring me here?"
He chuckled. "Good point… but stay close, alright?"
"Fine. Now are you racing or giving lectures?" I shot back as I slipped into the car.
The Death Pit.
I had heard of it.
Been here once or twice back in high school—quietly, anonymously.
This place was illegal.
Controlled by powerful figures in the underworld.
And here—
People didn't just bet on who would win.
They bet on who would survive.
The track itself was deadly.
Built along a mountain.
The higher you went, the worse it got.
Sharp turns.
Steep drops.
A broken bridge.
And worst of all—
The Devil's Teeth.
That part of the track was infamous.
The road turned dangerously slippery, making control nearly impossible.
Then came a sharp curve—
As jagged and deadly as its name.
Only a few had ever passed it alive.
After too many deaths, an alternative route was created.
Still dangerous.
But survivable.
Most racers chose it.
"Hey, Alexia! You coming?" Tyler called out.
"Yeah—just give me a minute!"
I headed toward the garage where the mechanics were checking the cars.
And then—
I felt it.
That feeling.
Someone watching me.
I turned.
A man stood in the distance.
Dressed entirely in black.
Mask.
Sunglasses.
And then—
That same cold sensation I felt back at the villa crept over me again.
"Odd…"
I glanced up.
The sun was still high.
Bright.
Warm.
But when I looked back—
He was gone.
Just like that.
Lost in thought, I turned—
And bumped into someone.
"Oh—I'm so sorry," I said quickly.
"Are your eyes at the back of your head or something? How dare y—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
His expression changed.
I wasn't in the mood.
"Like I said, I'm sorry."
"Oh my… what a beauty," he muttered, eyes scanning me.
Disgusting.
"What's someone like you doing in a place like this?" he continued. "Maybe after my race, I could show you somewhere better. What do you say, love?"
He reached for my face.
I slapped his hand away.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not interested."
I turned to leave—
But he grabbed my wrist.
"Come on, darling. No need to be rude. Besides, you still owe me for bumping into me… and I have a few ideas on how you can repay me."
His eyes dragged over my body.
My patience snapped.
"Go to hell, blockhead. What makes you think I'd ever be interested in you?"
He smirked arrogantly.
"Because I'm handsome, rich, and the best racer here. Girls line up for me. You should be grateful I even noticed you."
I laughed dryly.
"You forgot to add jerk and pervert to that list. And best racer? Please."
I stepped closer, my smirk sharpening.
"With that attitude, I can already tell you're a loser. Pride like yours always ends badly."
His face darkened instantly.
He gripped my wrist harder.
"Listen, little girl," he growled, "I don't know who you think you are, but you don't want to cross me. Be a good girl and wait for me after the race… or you'll regret it."
I stared at him.
Unimpressed.
"Was that supposed to scare me?"
In one swift motion—
I twisted his wrist.
Forced him against the wall.
Hard.
"If I were you," I said coldly, "I'd stay far away from me. Or you might lose that arrogant tongue of yours."
I released him.
And walked away.
Just like that.
So much for staying out of trouble.