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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.

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

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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. 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.

Then, in the final stretch, I knew I had one shot.

Timing was everything.

just the right moment, my car surging ahead with a burst

other driver tried to match

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crossed the finish line just ahead of him,

crowd erupted into cheers as I brought the car to

hardly believe

the car, the door was

feet.

I had met earlier and helped out, was spinning me around in circles,

shouted over

had skills, but that? That was something

smiled, feeling the adrenaline still

was a thrill I

and

steady despite the rush of

don't forget the

fluffy cat keychain and handing

"A deal's a deal."

the muscle-bound driver

surprise,

walked over, offering me a nod of

serious talent. Ever think

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shook my head, though I

but I can't. I'm already under contract

been buzzing with excitement, suddenly grew

asked, their voice tinged

I said, rubbing the back of

with the Sparco Racing

I said the name, the entire crowd

wide-eyed glances,

of the

someone from a team like

broke the

Sparco Racing Team, but

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ahead began to slow down-not in a way that suggested the driver was losing control,

lane, inching dangerously close

raced as I realized what he was

wanted to

had no choice but to ease off the accelerator, my fingers tightening

as I swerved to

out a frustrated

street racers did to psych

I'd

thought I was rusty, but my instincts

any racer-I had dominated these

on to

that was a lifetime

to collect my thoughts before

guy with a smug grin plastered

curve with ease.

he'd raced these streets a hundred

the turn like it

I wasn't about to let him

My hands

tighter, and with a sharp flick of my wrists, I threw

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the turn.

the car

maintain control.

tilt,

and with a surge of adrenaline,

Had taken the lead.

the rush

But it was short-lived.

the other driver's car in my rearview mirror, his

gunned it.

going to let me win

down the street, engines roaring as we raced