Godfather to Daddy

Siren rose to her feet and sprinted towards her bike. Finding it in a condition to be driven, she exerted all her strength to push and bump start it. As the engine roared to life, she accelerated, ensuring maximum traction with the ground.

Without hesitation, she raced back onto the track, determined to make up for lost time. Aiden wiped away his tears and watched, his hope reignited.

Once she gained the momentum, she speeded up and the bike finally caught up to the third position pushing back the riders one by one. When it's time to finish the final laps she puts her body weight at the right side making her upper body lean into the corner of the lane to wear down her knee pads and drag her shoulder along the road. 

As the centrifugal force pushed her outwards, she successfully pushed back the two riders and crossed the finish line. Slowing down, she pulled her bike to the side of the track.

The crowd was stunned, unable to believe what was happening before them. After a few minutes the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, amazed by her incredible performance. 

Siren removed her helmet, revealing her long black hair, and shrugged off her leather jacket as she made her way towards Alex, who was restrained by many people.

Upon seeing Siren, Mark let go of Alex, but before he could make his way towards his daughter, a small figure rushed past him and collided with his daughter's legs. 

As Siren held Aiden in her arms, she could feel his small body trembling against hers. His tear-stained cheeks melted her heart, stirring a sense of protectiveness within her.

"Afraid?" she asked gently as she wiped away his tears.

Aiden shook his head, but his actions spoke louder than words as he nestled closer to her, seeking comfort in her embrace. Siren patted his back, offering reassurance and warmth as she held him close.

Alex who once again faced the injustice saw Max getting out of the track with his bike. Rage filled his eyes as he rushed towards him before landing a heavy punch on his face.

"You bastard" he punched him until his face swelled like a pig.

"Stop" Max tried to stop him, but the more he tried the heavier the punches got. Unable to bear the pain he seek the help of Mark who was standing nearby.

Mark hid his eyes with both of his hands and turned his head away from him.

Max was speechless.

On the other side after consoling Aiden, Siren carried him to the bench and took the seat. Raven who followed his son carried a water bottle in his hand and passed it to Siren. Without much thought she gets the bottle and drinks water from it muttering a simple thanks to him

She glanced at Aiden, who seemed to have calmed down a bit, and gently ruffled his hair.

After removing the leather jacket the bruises on her arms are visible to one's eyes. Due to the drag force there are little abrasions littered at the side of her arms. Raven remained silent seeing the blood trickled from the scratch yet she paid no heed to it. It must not be the first time, he thought in his mind.

Alex successfully returned after forcing Max to call him Godfather to Daddy and recorded it in his phone. He carried the first aid box in his hand and tended her wounds. Siren not even hissed at the stinging sensation when he used alcohol to clean her wounds.

After treating her wounds, Mark, Alex and Aiden, who insist on coming with them, went to collect the grand prize leaving Siren and Raven alone in the place.

Siren removed her gloves and placed them on her bike seat. She squatted down to check the condition of her bike. Her lips twitched seeing the scratches and dents on her favourite bike. Raven silently watched her. Her irritated face brings amusement to his wicked soul.

She stood up with a sigh and patted her bike seat.

"How is your wound?" hearing the voice she turned her head and faced him.

She glanced at her arm which was cleaned and applied with yellow cream, "Better"

Raven came closer to her and enveloped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him. His touch was both firm and gentle as he lifted the back of her shirt, his fingers tracing the skin at the side of her waist. 

Siren's breath caught in her throat as she felt the roughness of his palm against her skin, a shiver running down her spine. She met his serious gaze with her electric blue eyes, uncertainty flickering in their depths. Unsure whether her flinch was caused by the sensation of his touch or the lingering sting of her wound.

Siren remained still, her heart pounding in her chest.

Raven released her and showed her his fingers which were stained with her blood, "Treat it. We don't need a scar on this beautiful skin, do we?" 

She watched him stride away, her gaze burning holes into his retreating back. 

"How did he even notice it?" She pondered over this as she recalled the moment when she was thrown off her bike, instinctively trying to minimize the impact. The scrapes on her waist were a result of that attempt to avoid hitting her head on any nearby surface.

"He had his eyes on her," she concluded.