Page 13 of Ride or Die


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It was me stretching my legs while the rest of them choked on my dust. One by one. Like fucking worshippers.

I crack my neck and lean back a bit. Swear to God, if I keep riding like this, my spine's gonna bury me before the cops or my enemies do.

Speaking of death…

Can youdiefrom an orgasm?

Like… heart attack mid-nut?

Because that's the only type of death I'm actually down for.

When they say riding will be the death of me, I just laugh. Because yeah, obviously, we already knew. The only mystery left is whether I’ll be gripping handlebars… or someone’s hips.

Both require balance.

Both feel better the faster you go.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to die. I’m just not exactly afraid of the concept if it’s gonna be… memorable.

Like imagine dying mid-thrust. Not even mad. Just mildly impressed.

People cry at funerals.

Mine would be awkward as hell.

Everyone pretending not to know. Everyone knowing.

I kept thinking about it during today's meeting, trying to keep myself awake.

Seriously, how the fuck do these people live. I'd rather die on the highway than rot in one of those conference rooms. My Ducati is the only reason my heart still beats the way it does.

People hate it. Some say I'm an asshole. That one day I'm gonna crash and they'll laugh at my funeral.

But let's be real, those people have never seen me ride. Never heard the sound she makes when I push her past 180.

Never watched jaws drop when I lean into a corner.

If this bike drops anything, it's not my body.

It's panties. Boxers.

It's every goddamn jaw in a five-mile radius.

Half the time, they don't even care about the bike. They just wanna ride me. Can't even blame them. If I wasn't me, I'd wanna fuck me too.

And they're not even subtle about it. Straight up, "That was a hot ride. Can I bounce on that dick next?"

Like??? Damn, at least buy me a snack first.

Okay, I'm joking. Kinda.

I'm not a whore. Shocking, I know. TheythinkI’m a whore.

But I can't fuck randoms. I hate it.

And not in some moral high-ground type of way. It's just pointless.

Why? 'Cause they didn't fucking earn it. Simple as that.