The Billionaire's Sunshine
It wasn’t loud—but it commanded attention, slicing through the low hum of luxury and nerves like a blade.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the voice boomed, echoed over the crowd and against the glass, “Welcome to the Blackrun Invitational. Four of the most daring street legends face off tonight. Hold your breath, because this won’t be a race you’ll forget.”
Down below, the pit stirred. One by one, the machines began to purr to life—sleek monsters in their own right. I heard the engines first: sharp, growling, like something alive.
The first driver was introduced. Some guy from Spain with a reputation for technical precision. Then the next, a woman named Ryoko from Tokyo—fast, unpredictable, cold. Th
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