Finnegan
The car shuddered to a halt and I killed the engine.
For a moment I just sat there, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the world bled back in around me.
The roar of the crowd against the barriers. The thick, almost suffocating smell of burned rubber hanging in the cold night air. The car engine cooled down with a tick tick sound.
I yanked the helmet off and shoved the door open.
"Wolfe. Wolfe. Wolfe!"
The chants rolled through the race track and damn, what a crowd we had tonight.
Was it because it was a Friday night? I would have to talk to Arthur about it. Had he lessened the precautions on who got access to the race track?
My ears buzzed and my legs felt heavy as lead. I had driven too fast and almost crashed into one of the barriers.
Fuck, it had been thrilling but if I had been a minute too late, my body could currently have a long shard of metal sawing through me. All because I pissed as fuck.
