Infinito has become the top group of illegal street racers with the guidance of mentor Erie Illyria Vosslen. Under the organization named Les Voleurs, the mafia's first money makers, they were bound to hasten on streets to keep the heist going.
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My gloved hand peeped through the curtain and I saw the Vosslen Raceway filled with thousands of audience who's anticipating the upcoming Stade Royale.
Erie in her all-business-mode proceeded towards me. Her straight face swirls jet black aura and she doesn't fail to make me feel intimidated maybe because I'm aware how strict she can be.
Para kasing hindi niya ako kilala kapag sobrang seryoso niya.
"Do your best." She held my chin, tilting it upward.
"Of course." I answered firmly.
She stared for a second and gave me a half hearted nod. That made me clench my jaw. I must show my full capability today to satisfy her. I failed her many times, ayaw ko nang maulit.
I mean, I could say I'm confident enough. I went through my past records to see how much speed I should carry on my future races, whether my techniques are efficient and I've also kept in mind our leader and mentor's advice.
The key is to stay engaged in your performance. Eyes on the road.
"Ready ka na?" Tumabi ako kay Steer saka binulsa ang magkabilang kamay sa itim kong pantalon na katulad ng kaniya. He's wearing an all black outfit—black dress shirt, leather pants and black boots. Habang ang akin, may accent ng red ang suot kong short sleeved leather top.
He wore a playful smirk and shrugged his shoulders. Kakaiba talaga ang isang 'to, parang nilalaro lang ang lahat.
"Get ready, they will call us in a few." Lider told everyone after fixing his face chain. Lumabas na ang ilan dala-dala ang kanilang mga susi.
Pero bago ako sumunod, muli kong nilingon si Erie na kakatapos lang mag-ayos. Umangat ang isang sulok ng labi ko nang taasan niya ako ng kilay. "What are you waiting for?" She asked me.
"Do your best lang ba? Walang good luck kiss? Hina mo naman, Erie Illyria." I chuckled. Lalo tuloy umangat ang kilay niya.
"Ikaw ang mahina sa akin, Sameth Ryde." Nawala tuloy ang mapaglarong ngisi sa labi ko. Fuck. Kailan ba ako mananalo sa 'yo? Lagi na lang tagilid.
"E 'di palakasin natin." I picked up my key, pushing the curtain away to head outside. Nakapila ang mga kotse namin sa harapan ng gate na bubukas na maya-maya. Mas lalo akong ginanahan.
Infinito are dressed in leather of black and red—the color of aggression and determination.
When the commentators called us, the gate opened and Lider with his Tesla Roadster roared in the raceway that earned screams from each and everyone.
My fist clenched. I'm next. And when they called me, I stepped on the gas, pulling the clutch. My red La Ferrari blinded them. They screamed my name, feeding my ego.
