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CHAPTER 4

-GLIMPSE OF OLD ME-

RADOSLAV MARKOV'S POV

I slam the gas pedal to the floor, shifting into sixth gear, and surge past every car on the highway. Rooftop all down, with the wind rushing through my hair, as I scream along with the music blasting from the speakers.

For the first time in eight long years, I taste the raw thrill of power again.

Power... it holds everyone's mask. Bringing the raw and bitter taste of your true form. You either feed into the spotlight or disappear on an island without a care.

Today I remind myself that I want to be one of the recognizable power holders.

Being recognized gives you another set of power, and that power gives you infinite set of adrenaline rush that I desire in this life.

All my life I had wanted the name Radoslav Markov to spread fear amongst everyone. The fear that urges everyone to bow their head and respect you through their loyalty. I needed to hold the world in my own hands. This way nothing could ever go wrong for me.

Tonight, I will taste that loyalty with my cousin Deva. If she dares to defy my rightful leadership. I'd have to eliminate her. It will not be the end for her I was anticipating. I wish we do not reach such ending. But I cannot help my mind think of the possibilities of it.

I also know damn well, it would be plain stupid to scream I'm back from the dead knowing the code our familia runs by and I'll be killed in no time. So, for now I'd just go by the simple rule in disguise, until I have enough power to oppose anyone who dares to oppose me—

A fucking truck blocks my lane as it tries to take over two others. The driver has balls, but let's see how far is he willing to go. I beep as I close in on him and put that to a test.

He floors it, biting off more than he can chew, and I make sure he goes beyond his limits, further than he ever expected. We blast past some supercars, and I laugh, cutting in front of them, speeding past the truck. I clap at him as I pass—gotta hand it to the guy. He put up a fight and earned my respect.

I don't stay to see the crash I know that's about to occur. I just floor it, flying past the cameras and radars. Fuck the pigs. Have fun hunting down an unregistered car with a dead man behind the wheel.

Gadh! I missed this—

"Nikolov! You're gonna kill us you fucker!" Kiril shouts as our car rushes straight towards the pigs' car.

"Kiril, let the driver have fun!" I can hear Deva slapping his shoulder at the back.

"Kiril you're such a pussy!" I laugh, and soon the rest of the car follows through, except for Kiril of course.

"Guys, aren't you gonna bet?" Boris changes to gear six and we are twenty seconds away from crashing into the pigs.

"Ten!" Deva shouts.

"Seven!" Boris shouts right after.

"You're giving them too much credit!" Deva scoffs.

"Kiril, you're not betting today?" I look back from the shotgun to check on him.

"Ima throw up man!" Kiril gags, his voice strained.

"Six!" I say and just as the sixth second hits, the pigs veer off, clearing our path. Laughter erupts as we speed onto the highway, the thrill of escape electrifying the air.