Chapitre 82: Angel not stars

Chapter 82: Angel not stars

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✨Yuri✨

Michael's engine is roaring, like a beast caged in a long while, eager to show this racer kid that there was no beating a lion in its turf.

Dax stood beside my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel languidly, patiently waiting for the sound of his gun to echo. My opponent even had an auto racing helmet on, what a funny sight.

Dax gave me a wink before squeezing the trigger of his handgun, indicating the beginning of Lucca's death - hypothetically.

Michael's hood roared up before his wheel screeched on the ground and sped off, hitting 200 under two seconds. Dax surely made some adjustments to my car, I don't like people touching my cars as much as touching my girl yet I trust Dax with Michael.

As I thought, Lucca took the fastest way via 9A, little did he know that it would also be the easiest easy for the cops to find him, and the hardest way to lose them in your tail.