Nico
Finally, we got to Lap 49 of 50, and we were heading toward the end.
Alaric was still pushing like a man possessed.
His Ferrari was still dancing behind me, sliding through the corners as his tires began to degrade, but he was not giving up. He wanted to beat me so badly that it was obvious.
I could feel his desperation, his hunger, his absolute passion radiating through the space between our cars.
"Final lap, Nico. This is it," Liam shouted over the radio, sounding a little excited himself. "Final lap. Keep it between the white lines and bring it home."
"Copy," I said softly.
We rounded Turn 22, the long sweeping curve that led into the final sector of the track, and the finish line was only a few corners away.
Victory was right there waiting for me to take it.
I took a deep breath and slightly lifted my foot off the throttle, letting the engine braking pull the car back.
The Red Bull slowed down.
Behind me, Alaric must have noticed instantly.
