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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.

the right moment, my car surging

match me, but it was too

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ahead of him, my heart

cheers as I brought

hardly believe it myself-I had

car, the door was yanked open, and I was lifted

feet.

earlier and helped out, was spinning me around in circles, laughing like a kid on Christmas.

shouted over the

you had skills, but that? That was something else! You're like

adrenaline still coursing

thrill I

helmet and handed it back

steady

don't forget

the fluffy cat keychain and handing

"A deal's a deal."

muscle-bound driver stepped

surprise, he wasn't

walked over, offering me a nod

serious talent. Ever think about joining our racing

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though

I'm already under contract with

which had been buzzing with excitement, suddenly grew quiet.

asked, their voice

I said, rubbing the

used to race with the Sparco

name, the entire crowd

glances,

Racing Team was one of the biggest

believe someone from a team like that would show up in a

broke the

fan of Sparco Racing Team, but I've

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

lane, inching dangerously

raced as I realized what

wanted to collide

choice but to ease off the accelerator, my fingers tightening

swerved to

let out a frustrated

was a dirty move, something street

years since I'd been in a race

was rusty, but my instincts kicked

day, I wasn't just any racer-I had dominated these

before moving on to bigger

was a lifetime

my thoughts before a sharp turn

guy with a smug grin

curve with ease.

he'd raced these streets a hundred

turn like it was

to let

My hands

wheel tighter, and with a sharp flick of

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the turn.

the pavement, the car tipping dangerously as

maintain control.

tilt, but my hands

surge of

Had taken the lead.

the rush

But it was short-lived.

my rearview mirror, his headlights bearing down on me as

gunned it.

going to let

tore down the street, engines roaring as we raced toward the finish