Chapter 39
“I need to do a couple of laps first,” I said, looking at the muscular man.
He smirked. “Fine. But don’t take too long. We don’t have all night.”
As I climbed into the driver’s seat, Allen leaned in through the window, his expression serious. expression serious. “Listen, you don’t have to do this. If it gets too dangerous, just back off. Your safety comes first.”
I nodded, appreciating his concern. “I’ll be fine. Just tell me what to watch out for.”
He quickly pointed out the most challenging parts of the track, places where the road narrowed or where sharp turns could easily send a car crashing into the walls. I listened carefully, committing each detail to memory.
As I drove around the track, I could feel the tension in the air. The other racers watched me closely, some with doubt, others with curiosity. But I focused on the road, visualizing the race ahead, mapping out the best routes in my mind.
When I returned to the starting line, Allen was waiting for me. He handed me his helmet, his gaze steady. “Good luck,” he said quietly.
I smiled at him, then pulled the helmet on. “Thanks. I’ll need it.”
The other racers had parked their cars on the sides of the track, making way for the main event. The crowd grew silent, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.
The muscular man climbed into his red sports car, his eyes gleaming with confidence. I could tell he thought this race would be an easy win.
I lined up beside him, gripping the steering wheel tightly. My heart was pounding, but I pushed the fear aside, focusing on the task at hand.
A woman stood at the starting line, a flag in her hands. She raised it high, and with a sharp whistle, her arms dropped, signaling the start of the race.
The moment the flag fell, both of us slammed on the gas, our cars shooting forward like bullets.
The red car took the lead immediately, the driver’s familiarity with the track giving him the advantage. He weaved through the narrow streets with ease, his car hugging the walls on each turn. The crowd cheered, impressed by his skill.
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I wasn’t far behind. I pushed the car to its limits, accelerating on every straight stretch, slowly ploding the gap between us. The thrill of the race took over, my four replaced in a fierce
fear determination to win.
As the race progressed, the gap between us narrowed until we were almost neck and neck. The crowd’s cheers grew louder, their excitement palpable.
I kept my eyes fixed on the car ahead of me, its taillights glowing dimly as it held its position just half a
ength in front of me, I was itching to close the gap, to accelerate and overtake him in the upcoming straight stretch. But something felt off.
Suddenly, the car ahead began to slow down–not in a way that suggested the driver was losing control, but deliberately. His car drifted toward my lane, Inching dangerously close to mine. My Heart raced as I realized what he was trying to do. He wanted to collide with me.
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I had no choice but to ease off the accelerator, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as I swerved to avoid contact. I let out a frustrated breath. It was a dirty move, something street racers did to psych each other out.
It had been years since I’d been in a race like this. I thought I was rusty, but my instincts kicked in fast. Back in the day, I wasn’t just any racer–I had dominated these streets, making a name for myself before moving on to bigger things. But that was a lifetime ago.
I barely had time to collect my thoughts before a sharp turn appeared ahead. The driver in front, a muscle–bound guy with a smug grin plastered on his face, took the curve with ease. It was obvious he’d raced these streets a hundred times. He glided through the turn like it was nothing.
But I wasn’t about to let him leave me in the dust. My hands gripped the wheel tighter, and with a sharp flick of my wrists, I threw the car into the turn. My tires screeched against the pavement, the car tipping dangerously as I fought to maintain control. For a moment, I felt the world tilt, but my hands moved faster than my fear. I held the line, and with a surge of adrenaline, I straightened out the car, roaring past him.
I had taken the lead.
For a brief second, the rush of victory filled me. But it was short–lived. I saw the other driver’s car in my rearview mirror, his headlights bearing down on me as he gunned it. He wasn’t going to let me win that easily. We tore down the street, engines roaring as we raced toward the finish line. The wind whipped past my windows, the noise drowning out everything else.
The finish line was less than 500 meters away now, and a small crowd had gathered, their cheers ringing in the distance. It was a tight race. Both cars were neck and neck, the tension palpable as we barreled forward. My mind raced, calculating every move, every second.
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ghen, in the final stretch, I knew I had one shot.Timing was everything.
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