RIDE OR DIE, Tej Parker ✓

SIX

Seventeen-year-old Reyna walks through the halls of a large building, her eyes wander over the different images of famous racers over the years. A wide grin rested on her face as she looked at the recent photo, Christopher Roshani. He had won his last eight races in a row, he was a crowd favourite and everyone adored him. She was Reyna's idol, the way he held himself and the confidence he brought to every situation he was in.

She and Benny admired the man their father was, not many people could willingly say that their father was their hero. Reyna knew that her father was one in a million and due to this, she took every chance she got to be around him. She walked into the main room and spotted her mother, Mariah Roshani and her older brother, Benny. Benny walked over to her with a bright smile, "Mum and I are going to visit the grandparents... You wanna come with?" Reyna looked from her brother to her father before shaking her head.

She hugged her mother as she walked out before turning to her brother, "I'll see you when you get back! We still gotta race to see who is better." Benny laughed at his sister's words but agreed nonetheless, he was interested to see if she could beat him in a race. Benny and Mariah left, Reyna raced over to her father with a smile as he pulled her into a tight hug. "Let's get on that track then," Christopher spoke getting a nod from Reyna.

They made their way down to the track, Reyna climbed into her car before putting on the seatbelt. She started up the car and drove up to the starting line, she turned to look at her father with a smirk. "If I win, you shout me to lunch, movie and you have to do a dare," Reyna spoke making her father laugh. "All right, then if you lose, you have to do the dishes for a month. Spaghetti night included." Reyna nodded in agreement. Christopher's dare was to dress up in a pink dress and sing a Shania Twain song in public.

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Two days later, Reyna pulled up to the gate for Race Wars, her beauty Chevelle ready to decimate the competition. "How are you, Bro?" Reyna spoke to Marty at the gate, "I'm good. Welcome to Race Wars, Rey." Marty handed Reyna a bracelet, "Thanks, Marty!" She drove up into the line for the races, someone approached and wrote 372 on her back windshield as she's waiting in line. She watches in front of her as cars race one after another, a lot of imports winning in the process. She began to feel the effects once she noticed she was next in line to race, her heart began pumping faster as she closed her eyes.

Her stomach filled with butterflies as adrenaline began pumping through her veins, her heart racing as a smile appeared on her face. She slowly opened her eyes and pulled up to the second spot near the starting line, turning to look at the import next to her. He smirked, "Hey dollface, how about you stand off to the sidelines. I don't wanna make you cry, though I'd love to hear you scream my name." Reyna rolled her eyes, "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is." The guy smiled as Reyna smirked slightly.

The guy proceeded to smirk, "I'll race you for that sweet little ass." Reyna rolled her eyes before she looked back at him, "You want ass, why don't you hit Hollywood Boulevard." She leaned over slightly as the two cars in front raced off, "You want an adrenaline rush, it'll be two large. Right here, Right now." She held up the cash, "What's it gonna be, import?" He stayed quiet for a moment before holding up his own money, "You got it." Reyna smiled as she looked forward.

They both pulled up to the startling line, Reyna took a moment to look over at the other car as information scattered through her brain like a blueprint to its engine. She smirked knowing she's gonna win this race easy, the guy winked at her before blowing her a kiss. She shook her head before looking in front of her, 'You should've thought this through, pandejo.' Reyna thought to herself as she revved her engine getting the crowd excited as they cheered. She grips the steering wheel, a smile resting on her face as the woman raises her arms before dropping them.