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Chapter 8: Ready, Set, Go

Chapter 8: Ready, Set, Go

I sat inside the Senna, my legs sticking out outside. The doors were up, shading my eyes from the sun. This had to be what they were made for.

Matt sat just in front of me, leaning against the hood of the car. He had his sunglasses on, looking far too relaxed for someone about to watch me race one of the top influencers in the city.

We've been here for a while, waiting and joking, killing time before Mila came.

"Man, you nervous?" Matt asked me with a wide grin. "She's got connections. She could pull up with any car, you know."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "It's not about the car. It's about the driver."

"I call bullshit." Matt snorted. "If my car races against your car, we already know the winner. Driver my arse."

"That's an unfair race from the beginning." I chuckled. "But Mila and I will both be driving supercars. That's different."

"Whatever you say, Senna boy."

We exchanged grins.

"Just don't mess this up. You've been texting back and forth with her for days now. I'd hate to see you blow your shot."

I nodded in agreement. The past few days had been smooth. I'd kept the conversation light, making sure not to mention my last name.

To her, I was just Nico, some guy with a fast car and a bit of charm.

It hadn't taken long to set up the race. Mila loved the idea of filming it, turning it into content for her channel, and I'd agreed without hesitation.

Whatever it took to make this happen. I needed the race for the second step of the plan.

Just as Matt was about to crack another joke, that's when we heard it. The low growl of what had to be the engine of a supercar.

A green Lamborghini Aventador SVJ pulled up, looking like an aggressive beast. Right behind it was a Ford Explorer, loaded with camera equipment.

Mila had brought her crew, just like she said she would.

I flirted with her effortlessly and while I knew she was replying to get more content, I could tell she was having fun with it.

But before it was time to enter our cars, I walked up to her, one of the camera guys following closely.

This was it. The moment of truth. "Hey. How about we make this more interesting?"

She raised her brows in interest at my words. "Really? What do you have in mind?"

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. It was for show though because the mic would still catch my words.

"How about a bet? Whoever loses has to grant the winner a wish. Anything."

I could see the excitement in her eyes at my words. "Deal. But don't complain when you lose."

I smirked. "Don't complain when I win."

"Racers!" Matt called out from where he stood with Riley, both of them smiling widely. "Enter your cars."

I gave Mila one final smile before turning away. I walked to my Senna and took a moment to watch her enter her Lamborghini before I entered my car.

I couldn't stop the grin that appeared on my face as I started the Senna, feeling the deep growl of the engine reverberating through my chest.

Everyone was excited, even the filming crew.

The track was set and the rules were clear. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

And no, it wasn't from nerves. It was from the pure adrenaline coursing through me. This was the moment.

Riley came to stand slightly in front of and in between our cars. She raised a white handkerchief in her hand.

I revved the engine in anticipation, exchanging a glance with Mila as she revved hers too.

Then, the handkerchief dropped.