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Prologue

Santiago

Three Years Ago

Crowds of fans roar in the distance, fueling the adrenaline building up inside of hts reflect off the hood of my red Bandini car Sweat trickles down ine behind me

I take a deep breath and hold it as each of the five Prix lights shuts off

Vamos I press down on the throttle My car squeals as it rushes past the first straight Noah, roup of drivers His rear bu distance as I turn past the first corner behind him

The post-rain huy as we race lap after lap Slick roads challenge my skills andthe hot air froap in the helmet

My lungs tighten with each heavy breath I push through exhaustion and atteet around Noah’s car He keeps to the center of the track,it impossible to take over his first-place spot

“Get better control of your car on turn four You’re driving sloppy because it’s wet out there,” James Mitchell, Bandini’s team principal, speaks into my earpiece

“Got it” I gripon the road

Turn after turn, I h he’s fa each other as often as we can But together, ork as an unstoppable Bandini force coainst everyone else

Noah enters the pit lane in need of new tires, leaving the track and his first-place spot open for me It’s my moment of opportunity