2 Fast 2 Furious Races Novels & Stories

Hitting the ever busy road of the Devil's Basket, I turned at the 12th avenue, with a screeching ninety degrees turn to the right, and by a long shot I noticed two FJ Cruisers dashing on my tail at an unimaginable speed, so I knew at that point I needed to get to a free way to unleash the BEAST! I pumped on the accelerator harder and the BEAST roared through the 12th avenue, moving almost faster than the speed of sound. I heard the shells of bullets hitting the armored body of the Lamborghini and inpenetrable windshield of my BEAST! As a wide gap was created between the Aventador and the FJ Cruisers. I thought of breaking the journey by cutting through a particular street, with a hand break

She quickly buckled her seatbelt in silence. Sean was clearly driving with emotion, and the car was moving fast. Charlotte sat in the passenger seat, tense and nervous the whole time. * In the car behind them, one of the bodyguards jolted upright. “Crap! Where’d Mr. Jasper’s car go? I blinked and it disappeared!” The other bodyguard in the passenger seat broke into a cold sweat. “Seriously? You lost them?” The driver slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “Mr. Jasper drove way too fast. That’s a Bugatti La Voiture Noire. This junk we’re driving doesn’t stand a chance. What now?”

I hit the highway which leads to his mansion. I know we are being followed. I press on the gas pedal. I look in the rearview and the one SUV has two at its sides. FUCK! “Kids, I need to both to be quiet ok and make sure you are both in your seats and you’re still buckled in. We are going to have a race.” I say they both giggle as I weave through traffic, but I don’t ease up. I move faster. The exit is up ahead. I weave again, horns blur as I take the exit and run through red lights. The SUVS follow behind us. I keep moving I see the turn off racing past other vehicles in my path. I few near miss the kids scream with laughter.

I say ending the call, sending them my location, driving back toward my club, they won't follow me into my streets, would they? I kept on driving, going through smaller turns, doing crazy reverses, I won't lie, fast and furious used to be one of my most favourite movies and it's showing in my driving. I was almost at the club, I expected my people to show up now, they should have made it now, why are they following me? I already got the message they sent with my own mate, I don't well I didn't expect them to do anything crazy, but clearly my opponent was playing dirty, he thinks if he kills me now the war would be over.

"Mr. Martinez, the car was still on Spring Road..." one of the men's voices echoed in the quiet space, with an extra hint of excitement. Ernesto bent down and saw on the LCD screen that the red Ferrari was racing on Spring Road. "Check which directions Spring Road leads to and find a way to intercept," Ernesto said coldly. The Ferrari sports cars were driven at an extremely high speed, which made their work more challenging. At that moment, Karsyn's phone suddenly rang.

he said and I complied, linking my arms around his stomach. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * BLAKE’s POV : I was speeding like damn Paul Walker in the Fast and Furious movies. Ignoring all the red lights, my Audi was roaring through the streets. All the while, I kept my eye out for any sign of Taya. I had been driving for about fifteen minutes before I turned around, so Taya was still probably somewhere around the place I left her last.

The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.

200 meters! One hundred meters! Fifty meters! If the car distance was too close, two cars would cause car damage and people to die. "Do you want to launch the final attack? That's a pity. It's over!" Liu Zhansheng said scornfully as he watched the Beetle coming closer and closer through the rearview mirror. Swoosh! Under the gaze of Old Jun Shan's group of racing drivers, a red Ferrari instantly rushed out from the highland. "Holy shit! What the hell is Liu Zhansheng doing? What is he doing? Is his car running at its peak speed? Does he not intend to fight later?" A racer said in shock.

The engine thundered to life, shaking the air around him as a dancer stood at their sides, ready with flags. The announcer blew the whistle sharply, and Romano’s foot slammed on the gas, launching the car forward at breakneck speed. The moment he hit the pedal, Fernando sped off ahead of him, taking the lead. Rosita watched nervously from behind her secured spot, her heart pounding as she leaned against the fence. The giant screens zoomed with images of the race, and she squinted, watching as Fernando’s Ferrari drove through the road with accuracy, Romano’s Bugatti hot on its back but struggling to break through.

Under Ruth’s puzzled yet displeased gaze, Abel moved his hands over the steering wheel and gear shift smoothly while he stepped on the gas pedal. Then, his Bugatti Veyron began to pick up speed and went neck-to-neck with Joey’s car again, even though it had never been able to speed up all this while during the race. However, unlike the previous time, Abel did not give Joey any chance to react. He beat Joey to the punch and drew closer to Joey’s car, just like what Joey did earlier to force Abel back.