Luca
I was lying under my Porsche 911 Turbo, preparing for the next street race, when someone tapped my shoulder. As I pushed my body out from under the car using the creeper, a strong punch slammed into my jaw, taking me completely by surprise.
I rolled onto my back and sprang to my feet, pulling out my gun and aiming it at whoever dared to hit me.
“What the fck was that, Marco?” I asked sharply, sliding my gun back into the waistband of my trousers.
He rushed toward me, grabbed my collar, and shoved me back to the ground. I didn't resist though, just smiled mischievously. Even though I felt my stitches tightening a little. I already knew what was wrong with him.
When the guards heard the commotion, they rushed into the garage with their guns drawn, but froze when they saw the scene
