Engines roared through the humid night, the scent of burning rubber and fuel thick in the air. Kelvin's GT-R darted between shadows and streetlights, the neon skyline blurring in his periphery.
Behind him, Luca's Ferrari stalked him like a red predator, its V12 howling with murderous intent.
On the comm, Luca's voice crackled through.
"You think this is over, Kelvin? This race is just the beginning. You win, you take my respect. I win… you lose everything."
Kelvin's grip tightened around the wheel. "I'm not here for your respect. I'm here to bury your reputation."
The crowd that had gathered on the overpass erupted as the two cars tore down the expressway, side by side at over 300 km/h. Every shift, every flick of the wheel was a gamble with death.
Suddenly— headlights appeared ahead. A black Porsche 918 Spyder, weaving through traffic, blocking the road.
It was Aria.Her voice burst into Kelvin's earpiece, cold and sharp.
"Pull over. Both of you. This is between me and the truth now."
Luca's laughter came like a gunshot. "She's working with me now, Kelvin. Did she tell you?"
For a heartbeat, Kelvin's world tilted. The girl he trusted, the one who stood by him in the underground circuit, now blocking his path?
But Aria's eyes, visible through the tinted glass, weren't betraying him. They were warning him.
Kelvin slammed the brakes, sparks flying as tires screeched. Luca didn't. The Ferrari surged forward——straight into the Porsche's trap.
Aria swerved at the last possible second, and Luca's car clipped the guardrail, spinning violently before smashing into the barrier. Flames licked at the wreck, but Luca crawled out, laughing, blood running down his face.
"You can't stop what's coming, Kelvin. The Devil's Wager is already in motion."
And then—sirens. Blue and red lights split the night. Dozens of police cruisers barreled toward them.
Kelvin's eyes locked with Aria's for half a second. She tossed him a small black drive from her window.
"Get to the docks. Midnight. Don't trust anyone."
Before he could speak, she was gone, vanishing into the chaos.
Kelvin jumped back into gear, weaving through the narrowing escape routes as police swarmed the scene. His pulse hammered—not from the chase, but from the words echoing in his head.
The Devil's Wager.
Whatever it was, it wasn't just about racing anymore.