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I look up just as a drone glides above the starting line, hovering over the cars like some kind of execution camera.

My eyes dart everywhere, trying to take in every detail at once.

And then it hits me but it's too late.

It's a race. An illegal one.

That means speed, accidents.

No.

Anything but this.

My hands begin to shake violently, but the rest of my body feels glued to the seat.

“Don't worry, Riv!” Elyas grins, sounding proud, cocky, and confident. “I got this!”

My eyes drift to his hands--They're shaking too, his knuckles are white against the steering wheel.

I open my mouth to answer, to tell him to not fucking do that.

Nothing comes out.

I should've eaten with Liam or gone straight home. I should've done that.

Now I'm stuck here and I'm terrified.

The drone flashes the countdown overhead.

5...

4...

3...

2...

The engines around us roar to life.

1...

CHAPTER 8

Evren

Tokyo Drift - Teriyaki Boyz

The docks pulse with anticipation beneath a sea of crimson, violet, and electric-blue neon rippling across the dark river.

Hundreds of spectators crowd the shipping containers, cranes, rooftops, and catwalks, their cheers blending with pounding bass, revving engines, and the hiss of turbochargers venting pressure into the cool night air.

The drone flashes the countdown.

The second it hits one, I shift gears and launch forward at full speed.

My heart pounds, not with fear. Never.

With anticipation.