In a city where adrenaline fuels the night, Nova Laurent gets tangled in the deadly world of illegal street racing. Behind the roaring engines and screeching tires lies a darker game-one where victory can mean life, and defeat, death.
And death is...
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I got into the car with Lola. To be honest, I was against it most of the drive. She didn't speak a word to me. And I didn't speak to her.
Once we got to the garage I was surprised to see my cars there. My Nissan 370z and my Chevrolet Corvette. I piece of me jumped on the inside, these were the items I could find a sense of peace in.
They were my safe space. A place I could find some normality in all that's happened in the last 24 hours. Or whatever I could scrape of new my normal.
"My car," I said softly as we walked through the garage.
"Choose the one you'd like to race with tonight, and the other will say here for a touch-up," Lola said sternly.
"Neither of them needs a touch-up. They're fine." I said.
I'm very picky when it comes to my cars. I can maintain the car myself or only the people I trust. I'm not a trusting person and I'd hate to have someone I don't trust fuck up my car.
So far, these are the last people I trust.
"That's for Charlie to decide," Emilia said in the same tone. "Pick your car and we can move on to how tonight will work."
"The Nissan 370z," I said firmly.
"Good, you'll also use the car for your job later," She said.
I scoffed. The last thing I wanted to be doing was this job. I never signed up to move drugs but at the same time, I wasn't very keen on letting my business slip out.
"I'd rather use a car that can't be traced back to me," I argued.
Emilia looked at me for a moment. Her gaze narrowed at me and she went to speak but Lola beat her to it. "Use mine, it's not registered so you can ride in it." She said firmly.
Emilia looked at me waiting for reassurance that I could take it and complete the job. I looked at Lola to see if she truly meant it but her face was so stoic and she had no emotion on her face—none at all—it was hard to even know if she meant what she'd said.
So I took a leap of faith. "Thank you," I said, keeping my tone flat and airy.
Lola just nodded in acknowledgment. "You'll use Lola's car for the drop-off and then immediately go to the race," Emilia said.
"I'll switch out the cars after I've delivered your package," I said coldly.
"Have it your way," Emilia shrugged and turned around to walk away.
