Gearing up for trouble

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Kiara

Blake and I got into the Mustang, and my heart was racing. I couldn't mess up - Blake already looked pissed before the race even started. "You sure you know what you're doing?" she asked in a low voice. "3!" the flag girl started the countdown. "Trust me," I replied, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "2!" "How can I trust -" "1! GO!" Blake didn't finish her sentence before I hit the gas pedal and the car took off like a bullet.

Blake

"How can I trust -" Kiara had already floored it, and the car was moving so fast it felt like we were flying. I was shocked by her skills - she looked like a pro. "This isn't your first time, is it?" I asked, but she just smiled and kept her eyes on the road. She changed gears and the car surged forward, parallel to Carlos's yellow Nissan GT-R R35. She winked at him, and I couldn't help but smirk at her confidence. But then Carlos tried to cheat, bumping our car discreetly. "Pull the breaks!" I shouted. "What?" she asked, confused. "Pull the damn breaks! He's trying to run us off the road!" I explained, and she quickly hit the brakes. The car skidded to a stop, and Carlos lost control, drifting off the road. We took the lead and crossed the finish line, the crowd erupting in cheers.

As we got out of the car, Carlos's men grabbed me, holding me back. Carlos punched me in the face, and I taunted him, "¿Carlos no soporta ser un mal perdedor?" ("Can't you handle losing, Carlos?") Kiara got out of the car, her eyes blazing. "You cheated , trying to run us off the road." Carlos pulled out a pocket knife, and Jack and the crew tried to intervene, but Carlos was too angry. I had to think fast - I kicked one of his men in the groin and twisted the other's arm, taking Carlos down before he could hurt Kiara. We heard police sirens and scattered, but I grabbed Kiara's hand and we escaped in my Aston Martin. As we drove away, Carlos shouted, "¡Esto no ha terminado!" ("This isn't over!")

I looked at Kiara, impressed by her driving skills and bravery. "Who taught you how to drive like that?" I asked, but she just smiled and kept her eyes on the road. I had a feeling this wasn't the last we'd seen of Carlos, but for now, we had escaped his wrath.

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