“And that’s the second lap!”
The loud beat of the music echoed throughout the entire street as Alessandro roared his car through the finishing line and his supporting jumped and cheered in his support while within a different of exactly thirty five seconds Mateo was able to bring his car to the lap line. The girl in his car warned him.
“You are way behind! If you want to win the next round, make sure to speed up your car.”
Mateo only smirked looking at her, “You said, I want to win the race. I want Ricci to be ahead of me and pass through that fire first.”
The girl only sat back skeptic of his words but ignorant of what the real meaning behind his words were.
just as he passed; the handlers and organizers of the race, set out their men who threw down gasoline on the lap line, waiting
