Summary's POV
(A few days ago)
The world blurred past me in streaks of neon and asphalt.
The engine growled beneath my grip, the vibrations traveling up my arms as I shifted gears. My pulse pounded in sync with the roaring machine, the rush of adrenaline sharpening my focus.
Ahea0#2))#d of me, Ricardo's car was only a few fee)2)t away, his taillights flashing as he swerved, trying to block my path. He was fast, but I was faster.
I tightened my grip on the wheel, calculating the turn ahead. If I timed it just right…
The sharp curve approached, and instead of slowing down, I pushed the gas pedal harder.
The crowd watching from the stands screamed as my car veered dangerously close to the guardrail, the tires screeching in protest. My vision narrowed, my hands steady. For a second, it felt like I was going to lose control. But I didn't.
I swerved at the last second, cutting past Ricardo's left side just as he tapped the brakes.
"Too slow, asshole," I muttered under my breath.
