Your boyfriend just lost $200,000 in an illegal midnight race. Naturally, he blames the winner. Rhett Calder. Arrogant, tattooed, ridiculously handsome, and your boyfriend’s worst enemy. One punch later, Rhett offers a rematch. Double or nothing. Your boyfriend doesn’t have the money. He refuses to wager his car. So Rhett jokingly suggests betting you instead. Everyone laughs. Until your boyfriend starts negotiating. Excuse me? Rhett was joking. Your boyfriend wasn’t. And now the most arrogant man in the underground racing scene is considering accepting a bet he never thought anyone would be stupid enough to make.
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@disqualified1:43 a.m. The industrial stretch outside the city smelled like burnt rubber, gasoline, and cheap beer. Portable floodlights bleached the finish line white-hot, and the crowd was still roaring.