Chapter 482 Cuffed

• Logan
• The race track loomed in front of me, a hulking mass of metal and concrete that felt more like a prison than a place of thrill. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would wind up here, running from what felt like all of the cops in the city while simultaneously trying to hunt down the person that had stolen my mate. But, what was done was done.
• I slammed down on the brakes of my car, the tires screeching in protest as I skidded to a halt. My heart was pounding, every beat echoing my desperation to find Ella. I didn’t care whether my car was destroyed, whether I was walking straight into a trap, or whether the police would continue their chase.