Stepping onto Brooklyn's turf was like stepping into molten lava. Race really wished he went with the safe choice, Midtown, instead of feeding himself to the dogs. He almost went through with it too, but something in the back of his head was screaming for him to go with his gut. Which so happened to be exactly why he was now in this predicament. Who knew everything could spiral out of control because of a seriously short temper and a deal with a King? OR: Spot finds out the hard way that it's quite difficult to get rid of Racetrack Higgins! ★
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