Kinnporsche #vegas Novels & Stories

Someone had posted under the handle Phoenix_GT, and the post had seventeen thousand views in four hours. I read it twice. Tessa Sterling had shown up at the Brooklyn underground two nights ago. She had not come quietly. She had arrived in a GT3 she had brought down from the Sterling Motorsports compound upstate—a race-prepped Porsche 911, professional livery stripped off and replaced with matte black, the kind of preparation that said she had been planning this for a while. She had run three heats. She had won all three. She had done it by margins that nobody in the Brooklyn underground had seen in a long time.

Even after all he's done. My palms fist and the vines around me go up in flames. Umber throws herself down, frantically patting the ground. "Are you crazy," she hisses. "And we have to do something. Quick, Gwen, blast him." Not far from us is a small creek and even now I could feel the currents rushing steadily, ready to be manipulated. But I do nothing, frozen to the spot. "Gwen! Do you have any idea w..." Umber's voice fades to a distant echo, my attention latched on the gleaming black Porsche rolling forward. As it glides onto the road, disappearing out of sight, I think dimly, he's always liked Porsche...

The car ride was mostly silent, Maya forced herself to concentrate hard on the road whereas he didn't have that same problem, since his hand had hitched upward and was now trailing circles over her inner thigh. True to his words, five minutes later, as they were pulling into an underground parking space, he pulled up next to a white Audi R8 that had 'Pegasus Entertainment' written neatly across the rear bumper. Maya followed his directions and unbuckled her seatbelt before getting out of the car. She slammed the door shut and whistled lowly, "How much are you paid again?" He gave her a funny look and then smiled before shaking his head, "I can't discuss my salary with a stranger."

Many looked at each other in astonishment. If they were not seeing things, there were three cars passing through that very narrow bend just now, and one of them was facing car No.3. Normally, it would have been a tragedy, but now... When they looked at the screen, the car did not even scratch car No.3, and when they thought of the strange thing that had flown over, everyone fell into deep silence. There was only one car with a purple front, and that was the No.16 Koenigsegg.

"In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

Well, that's good. "Here is my key. One more thing, you can come with me. Get in my car first. It's a Red Porsche. We also need to talk," I continued which made him nod. He took the key from me and smiled. He could find it quickly because the Porsche was the only one in the parking lot. "All right, Ms. Evie," he said then I smiled and entered the AVC Glam. I feel that my friends have followed me.

I think it would also be a good opportunity for both of us to take a stroll along the way. As soon as she parked her car, Selena caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the rear mirror. Pierre Fowler? The man was seen with a new car, a red Lamborghini with the word ‘Veneno’. In fact, it was a Spanish word that meant venom, which later became the name that was known to everyone.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.