Die to Fight !

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Under the blow, I leave to take the car and join the big center of training for F1 races .

I get home and see my father's team.

Sam sees me and shouts:

- Race, what are you doing here?!

- I come to register for the championship and take his place.

John touches my shoulder and says:

-they disqualify us because we don't have a driver anymore and the worst thing is that they confiscate all the material and the equipment....

- I can't believe it and you guys are going to quit! I thought you were strong like my dad!

Sam tells me:

-sorry, we're out of the game.

- Okay, guys, I know what to do, but just promise me one thing: you'll be with me no matter what.

- tkt, we're here.

I turn my back on them and take my bag to Istanbul, to settle the other one.

after the week...

the hood over his head and the gun pointed at the back of his head.

I shout to the crowd:

-this asshole you see, he took my property and did not let me participate in the F1 championship.

-Young lady, throw your gun away because you don't deserve the championship.

-The story won't end, Mr. Caram.

I turn the gun to surrender and the policemen throw themselves on me and throw me on the ground.

I see his face with its fake smile and he plays like a big... proud of him and especially that he has a whole army behind him.

They block my arms behind me and push me away from the tournament.

I try to turn around so I scream:

-You are not going to get away with it Mr. Caram, the war has only just begun!

I joined the prison again at 22 and I thought I was going to spend my summer doing tournaments with my father.

I'm going to stay a year and that's not long.

I did it to scare the other guy but mostly to talk to my uncle, the big criminal of the New York mafia.

they don't allow us to talk to him so it's time to do it inside.

I go back to the cell and try to calm down because it will be a few days since I sent a message to Tommy, my uncle.

but he doesn't answer.

the policeman comes and throws his hatred:

-you have a visitor.

I followed him to take a long corridor to see him. it's just a matter of time.

I see him sitting with his band behind him and I pull out my chair to face him.

-Hello ,Race

-hi Tommy

This man shows no emotion so I do the same.

-why did you do that?!

-You know damn well, Tommy. don't tell me my father died accidentally.

-Well, you're as smart as your father and it's amazing how much you look like him!

-We're not here to gloat, and I know you're going out this week.

What I'm proposing is that you sponsor me for the big F1 championship?!

He laughs at my proposal and says:

-this little one knows how to talk to the big guys?! you're lucky you have a wife and family otherwise you'd be dead already.

- So is it yes or no?

I give a violent blow to the table and I throw my back violently to the chair.

He seems to be thinking when his head is still.

- You know what the consequences are, there's always a price to pay. Don't worry, you're not the only one who wants this fat bastard dead.

- I'm ready and I don't give a damn about your price, all I want is for the other to die or rot here like the rest of us.

-okay, Race. I'll talk to you about the price once you're free.