NovelUSAChapter 647 The group was halfway through their meal, laughter filling the air, when suddenly a crowd stormed in from behind them with a loud commotion.
Before anyone could react, their table was kicked out from under them without warning. Plates and food crashed to the floor, soups and drinks splattering everywhere.
Wade yanked his little sister out of the way and dove aside himself, just in tto avoid being drenched in the mess. He shot a furious glare at the culprit, jaw clenched tight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Jonah Griffin, what the hell is wrong with you?" Jonah just gave a cold, arrogant snort. "You hijack my car, I trash your table. Seems fair to me." At the mention of the car, a flicker of guilt flashed in Wade's eyes, but it vanished almost instantly.
"It's not like your nwas painted on it," Wade shot back, feigning innocence. "What gives you the right to claim it?" "That was a custom build I ordered a year in advance. There's only one in the world, and you, you bastard, swooped in and snatched it out from under me!" Jonah was practically shaking with rage.
Both Jonah and Wade were professional racers, born and bred in Crestwood's elite circles, childhood rivals who had never seen eye to eye.
For a racer, nothing mattered more than the car. God only knew how furious Jonah had been when he discovered the dream car he'd waited a year for had been stolen right out from under his nose.
Seeing Wade only stoked his anger.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been such an idiot," Wade sneered, not one to take insults lying down.
Jonah suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "You sore loser. Still mad about the last race, aren't you? Couldn't beaton the track, so you stole my baby instead. Pathetic." Wade's face twisted in fury. "You wanna repeat that? Say it again and see what happens!" Jonah just smirked. "Struck a nerve, have I?" He leaned in, voice low and taunting. "If you've got the guts, why don't we settle this with a race?" "Fine by me!" Wade snapped, his competitive streak flaring. "You think I'm scared of you?" Jonah's eyes glinted with satisfaction as Wade took the bait.
"This time," Jonah said coolly, "we're not going to North Steed Summit Circuit. We'll race at Skysunder Ridge." At the mention of Skysunder Ridge, Monica and the other guys in Wade's crew went pale.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNorth Steed Summit Circuit was Crestwood's premier racetrack, a professional venue where all the big races were held.
But Skysunder Ridge was a different beast entirely. It was infamous-the most dangerous, treacherous, and longest racing route in the world. Twisting mountain roads, barely more than a rough track, earned it the local nickname: The ExtrCourse. Racing there was like free-climbing a cliff without a harness. Actually, it was even riskier.
Plenty had tried practicing on Skysunder Ridge, but no one dared to race there. Every racer who had ever attempted a head-to-head on that mountain was now six feet under-save for one.
It was suicide. Monica finally snapped, her voice trembling with anger and fear. Jonah, you're insane! Racing on that road? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" "Yeah, if you've got a death wish, fine, but don't drag Wade into it!" "One wrong move and someone's going to end up dead!" Jonah ignored them, eyes locked on Wade, brow furrowed in challenge.
He cocked his head, goading him. "What's the matter, Wade? You scared?"
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