They bound my wrists tight and fastened the knot to the back of his limited-edition Harley-Davidson. He slipped into a full racing suit, took a helmet from one of his lackeys, and strolled toward me with deliberate menace.
"You know what I’m going to do," he said. "All you have to do is admit you were wrong. If you stay stubborn… I’ll just keep going faster."
By now, students had streamed out of the cafeteria, the playground buzzing with curiosity. As soon as they saw what he intended, the crowd parted instinctively, leaving a wide ring.
Only Colette minced forward in her high heels and rested a manicured hand on his shoulder.
"Max, take me with you. I’ve never ridden your bike since you bought it."
He glanced at me, waiting for a reaction I refused to give. Then, with an indulgent smile, he brushed the tip of her nose.
"Of course. Go change."
Minutes later she reappeared, clinging to him from the back seat, arms wrapped tight around his waist.