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until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.

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His heart pounded against his ribs, matching the revs of the car. This was supposed to be a simple, clean race—one that'd leave him with a thick wad of cash and his ego intact. But, of course, shit never went that smoothly.

The flashing red-and-blue lights in his rearview mirror confirmed it.

"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, gripping the wheel tighter as he took a sharp left, nearly clipping the side of a parked car. Sirens blared behind him. He could almost hear his friend's voice in his head—don't get caught with my car, dumbass. No shit.

Another sharp turn. Another close call. Then he saw it—an alleyway just wide enough to slip through. He killed the headlights and yeanked the wheel, tires screeching as he shot into the narrow gap.

The squad cars flew past the entrance.

Liam held his breath, his pulse hammering as he shut the engine off and sank lower in his seat. For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence. Then, the distant screech of brakes.

The cops were smart, but he was smarter. He shoved the door open, slipping out and leaving the car wedged in the alley. He'd ditch it later—if it was even still there by then. Right now, his priority was getting the hell out of sight.

He yanked his hoodie up, shoving his hands into the pockets as he turned the corner into a quieter street. Just another guy out for a late-night walk. Nothing to see here.

Too slow, assholes.

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