Some addictions ruin you slowly.
Others destroy you all at once.
Mine came with burning tires, flashing lights, and a heartbeat that only felt alive at one hundred miles an hour.
People think street racing is about money, reputation, or proving who's the best. They're wrong. It's about escape. About finding something loud enough to drown out the chaos in your head.
For me, racing was freedom.
No rules.
No lies.
No expectations.
Just the road and the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Then I met him.
Ryder wasn't just dangerous - he was the kind of person people warned you about after it was already too late. Arrogant, reckless, impossible to ignore. The type of guy who walked into your life like a storm and left destruction behind him.
I should've stayed away.
But boys like Ryder were a lot like racing.
The smarter choice was to slam on the brakes.
Instead, I hit the gas.
And somewhere between the rivalry, the chaos, and the nights that blurred into bruises and bad decisions, we started pushing every limit we had.
Including each other.
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Pushing Our Limits
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