Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 23

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The Porsche launched forward like a rocket, the G–force pressing me back to the custom racing seat. This was my domain. The Nissan next to me jumped off the line too, but within seconds, I was already half a car length ahead.

Just as I’d expected.

Through my rearview mirror, I watched her headlights fall back. The gapdened–one car length, then two. By the time we hit the first real

turn, “Widow Maker, I was a solid five seconds ahead.

I grinned, gripping the wheel as I powered through the curve, tires gripping the hard–packed dirt perfectly. This Porsche was a goddamn

masterpiece.

The girl was trying. I’d give her that. But trying didn’t mean shit when you were outgunned and outclassed. This wasn’t some Hollywood movie where the underdog miraculously won. This was real racing, and real racing came down to two things: skill and equipment.

I had both. She had neither.

“Pathetic cunt,” I muttered, watching her headlights struggle to keep up in the distance. “Meadow Pack’s really scraping the bottom of the

barrel.

The next section was “Serpent’s Tail, a series of S–curves that required precise throttle control. I downshifted, carved through the turns like

they were nothing. By the time I exited Serpent’s Tail, I’d added another tree seconds to my lead. At this rate, I’d finish the race before she

even hit the halfway point.

My radio crackled. “Tyler, you’re killing it! That was Marcus, my crew chi “Lead time is now nine seconds. Keep this pace and you’ve got it in

the bag.

“Copy that,” I said, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice. “This is too easy, man. They sent me a lamb to the slaughter.”

Marcus laughed. “Hey, their loss is our gain. That’s another twenty points in the championship standings. You keep this up, you might actually

catch the leaders.”

Twenty points. Hell yeah. That would put me in serious contention for the overall title. All I had to do was maintain this pace, avoid stupid mistakes, and collect my prize.

The track ahead opened up into “Devils Drop–the most dangerous section of the entire circuit. A steep downhill section that fed directly into a hairpin turn, all of it running along the edge of a three–hundred–foot c. No guardrails. No safety barriers.

Most drivers slowed down here, played it safe. Not me. I’d run this track a dozen times. I knew every bump, every crack, every rock. I checked my rearview mirror one last time before entering the blind zone. The girl’s headlights were still there, but way back, maybe twenty meters behind. Probably terrified out of her mind.

“Night night, sweetheart,” I said to myself, then plunged into Devil’s Drop

The Porsche dove down the slope, the world tilting sickeningly. My stomach lurched even though I’d done this a hundred times. The key was to trust your instincts. Brake too early and you lost momentum. Brake too late and you went over the cliff.

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I braked at exactly the right moment, felt the tires bite into the dirt, and ung into the hairpin turn. Perfect. Fucking perfect.

As I accelerated out of the curve, I glanced at the rearview mirror again.

No headlights.

I blinked, looked again. Still nothing.

Where the fuck did she go?

“Marcus, I lost visual on the Nissan, I said into the radio.

Copy. Checking the monitors.” A pause. “Uh, Tyler? We lost her signal too She’s not showing up on any of the cameras.”

A cold feeling crept up my spine. “What do you mean she’s not showing up

“I mean she vanished. Her tracker just… disappeared. Hold on, let me check with race control.”

I focused back on the track, but my mind was racing. There was no way she crashed, right? I would’ve heard something, seen dust clouds or debris. Devil’s Drop was tricky, but it wasn’t that hard if you knew what you were doing.

Unless she panicked and went over the edge.

Tyler, race control confirms they’ve lost her signal, Marcus said, his voice tight. “They’re dispatching a safety team to Devil’s Drop. You need

to-

“I need to finish the race, I cut him off. “If she crashed, that’s on her. I’m not slowing down.”

Tyler-

“Not. Slowing. Down.”

I killed the radio connection and focused on the track ahead. The girl’s potential crash wasn’t my problem. This was racing. Shit happened. If she couldn’t handle the heat, she shouldn’t have shown up.

The next section was “Reaper’s Curve–a long, sweeping turn that ran paralel to the cliff edge. Another blind spot for the cameras. I entered the curve. After Reaper’s Curve came Dead Man’s Stretch, then the final straightaway to the finish line. Three minutes, maybe less, and I’d have

my win.

The crowd at the finish line was probably going crazy right now, watching ne dominate. Tomorrow, everyone would be talking about how Tyler crushed the competition yet again.

I was halfway through Reaper’s Curve when something caught my eye in the rearview mirror.

Headlights.

Close, Very close

“What the-

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The Nissan exploded out of the darkness behind me, its engine screaming at a pitch that shouldn’t have been possible for a stock vehicle. It was less than five meters behind my tear bumper.

How?

How the fuck?

I’d been ahead by at least fifteen seconds. There was no way–absolutely no way–she could’ve closed that gap. But there she was, riding my ass

like a demon, her headlights filling my mirrors.

“No.” I muttered, pressing harder on the gas. The Porsche surged forward, but the Nissan matched my speed, staying glued to my tail.

This was impossible.

I took the next turn aggressively, pushing the limits of my tires grip. The Nissan followed, drifting through the curve with precision that made

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