2 Fast 2 Furious Races Novels & Stories

"Alright then, my baby Nissan 370Z Nismo will hug my goddam ass while flying, letting you all breath my belches." "Nonsense, let us start the race; my sweetheart is already frowning there, impatient," Atty. Paolo acted so humbly as he walked towards his Mustang 5.0L V8 GT Premium Fastback. "Goddamit!" Atty. Paolo's three lawyer friends cursed simultaneously as they saw what he got in there. II They finished the race, but still Atty. Garette winning. His Ferrari was ahead by only a second of his three lawyer buddies' racing cars.

So Robbin had to give them more time to figure everything out, but he made sure to let them know that they didn't have much time to waste. Oh, yes, this is what I'm talking about. Love me, kiss my ass, baby, these are my jams. That was beautiful; they were now in Brazil with the racers. It was an open field in the middle of Brazil where racing competitions took place in the middle of the night. The area was full of cars—not just any cars, but fast racing cars. Every one is showing off their modern flash cars, full of engines and NOS, with loud music streaming from each car. The area was like a nightclub with loud music and the popping of champagne, with girls in pants and bras showing off th

The night was alive with the roar of engines as the Cayenne and the Porsche sliced through the traffic, racing forward with the reckless abandon of two flying fish. The other drivers knew better than to stick around. Anyone behind the wheel of such pricey rides was not just rich—they were powerful. Nobody wanted to tangle with the kind of trouble that could come from crossing paths with a wild rich kid. It was better to steer clear and stay out of the fray.

Whoever made it back to the hangar they were now in first will win. Joanna stood with the rest of the racing gang on the side lines. Jazz raised her muscular, dark chocolate arms in the air. She held a red medium size flag in one hand. “One,” she shouted. The Bugatti and Ferrari roared. “Two,” she shouted over the engines. She let seconds go by before she brusquely dropped her arms down to her sides. The two cars took off, passing Jazz by inches.

She show him her middle finger as her hands are covered in white gloves adding a good contrast to her red race gear, before pulling the windows up. He clench his teeth angrily turning on his own car engine. “lets see who will win this race”, he tells himself. “Ofcourse me, as always”, he tell back mentally smirking. Jack: so all the racers on your marks, three.... two.... one.....go! A loud gunshot make cassandra press her leg on accelerator making her car dash forward cutting air. She saw black Lamborghini just beside her catching speed. Not in a mood of losing she press more on the accelerator as now her car is in lead.

It wouldn't take long for the Aventador to catch up to them. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked, driving in excess of 100 miles per hour with one hand as he reloaded his Glock with the other. "Killed Vampires?" she asked sarcastically. "A few times." "No, shot from a moving vehicle," he replied as they came within a few yards of the other automobile. "No, but I've seen all of the Fast and Furious movies," she stated, rolling down her window. "Try to hit the Vampires, obviously, but if you can't, the tires or the gas tank also work," he explained, glancing over at her.

Merigold looks at the screen “ It looks like there is some panel damage to Frank and a flat tire. Nothing major.” In less than five minutes Speed’s crew is finished and has her back out on the track before the checkered flag is dropped. The guy she bumped into never got back in his car and is now sitting on the wall that is around the back part of the pit drinking a beer with the other guy. Wow. His car didn’t even look damaged. Guess he was smart enough to know he couldn’t compete with my girl. Before we know it the race has ended with Speed taking second place. I’m proud of her but a little worried about how she will take it. We are walking out of the stands when Merigold taps my shoulder.

I managed to avoid some, but many hit my tires. My friends are really annoying sometimes; they don't know how to play fair. Thankfully, I'm always prepared. I quickly took out my dagger and opened the window of my car. I targeted the wheel of Ryker's car in front, and boom, three daggers hit it, causing its speed to decrease. In fact, my speed was faster now. All of our cars had significant damage, so the race wasn't as fast-paced anymore, and my tire was close to getting flat. Logan, Keenan, and Van were already out; it seems their cars got heavily damaged.

The metallic scent of blood filled my nose, and I closed my eyes in despair. Just then, I heard tires screeching to a stop outside the store. Seeing a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pull up at the entrance, one of the employees shouted excitedly, "Ms. Miller is here! That's her car." Fiona had finally shown up.

“He wouldn’t be wrong there. As much as I fought against having a second mate, Sierra, I don’t deserve you. Yet, I want to be man enough and worthy enough for you.” Tires screeched behind us in the same lane, overtaking two other vehicles in one swift move, gunning harder behind Sebastian’s bumper, interrupting our stream of thought and discussion. I glanced behind us while Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, confused. “Sebastian, what’s going on? Why are there two cars racing toward us as if they want to ram us off the road?” Panic gripped me, causing me to cling onto anything to avoid bouncing about as Sebastian pressed on the pedal, guiding the car through the gridlock.