Parker had done this before.
Once.
And that was all it took to realize he couldn't get any better at it.
Didn't get older. Didn't get wiser. Didn't even think of stopping.
It was as thrilling as it was fun, the perfect blend of chaos and skill, a symphony of burning rubber and bad decisions. The kind of shit that should be illegal—and technically was—but felt so goddamn good. Tonight? He was letting loose.
No rules. No restraints. No second thoughts.
After hours on edge, bottled-up chaos scratching at his ribs, after knowing of Chione's death—which he knew wasn't an accident and which he hadn't disclosed why it had him on the edge—after learning Tessa had some little secrets about Ashford and realizing the bastard had dared to target him…
Yeah.
Parker needed a goddamn outlet before he turned every single thing he hated into dust. Right now, that swelling pool of pure, undiluted rage was telling him to go full nuclear—unleash the devil in him.
Instead?
