Racing runs through my bloodstream. It's how my dad created this gang. It's how my parents met. It's even how I was conceived. Street racing is the only thing I've ever known. Without it I wouldn't have ended up in this situation, running away with the man I love. But that's getting ahead of myself, if I start there you'll miss out on all the interesting stuff. Don't you want to know how I ended up running away from my own father's gang anyway?
TW: INCLUDES VULGAR LANGUAGE, ALCOHOL AND DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, GANG RELATED ACTIVITY, AND SEXUAL CONTENT
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It's funny how life goes. One minute you're friends with a person and the next they're beating the crap out of you. But what if all of this could've been prevented if someone had just said what they mean?
"I can't believe that I fell for it. All your lies!" I shouted.
"Okay, so what if I lied about my identity? I didn't lie when I said that I love you."
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I'm dying with you Luke. You can't leave me alone. Not again.