Mafiaxracer

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I remember it like it was last night.It was raining hard. I was seven years old, and my best friend was nine. We were sitting in the backseat of the car while our mothers talked in the front. My mom was driving, laughing with his mother in the passenger seat.James and I hated each other.So when he grabbed my favorite doll and threw it out the window, I screamed. That scream changed everything.My mother lost control of the car. We crashed. Both of our mothers died that night. James fell into a coma… and I survived—but not without change. One of my eyes turned a reddish-brown, while the other stayed the same. A constant reminder of what happened. After that, everything fell apart. Our fathers—both powerful men in the mafia world—turned against each other. The business was split in half. James was taken away while he remained in a coma, and my father kept me close. They dealt in guns, drugs, and stolen cars. And me? I became something else entirely. An underground racer. Now I’m 17

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James

woke up from his coma when he was ten. He’s nineteen now—and he doesn’t remember anything from before. Not me. Not the crash. Nothing. He’s cold, intelligent, and dangerously attractive. Tall and strong, with a lean build and long black hair that falls effortlessly around his face. He stands at 6'1" and prefers to be alone. But he’s not alone. He has a girlfriend—Stacey. An Instagram influencer. Perfect on the outside. He’s also the heir to his father’s mafia empire. Jackson wears glasses sometimes, prefers black, and avoids attention at all costs. But beneath that calm exterior, there’s more—PTSD, anger issues, anxiety. Only a few people know. His father. The staff in his house. And him. He wants to keep it that way. He has dark gray eyes… And a past he doesn’t remember.

Intro

** The morning after my race, I sat in the penthouse watching the news replay my win over and over again. They loved me. The cameras. The attention. The fame. Everything James hated. After a while, I got ready and headed out. My driver took me to my father’s company, where he was waiting. That’s when he told me. James was awake. Not only that—he had been seen in public, at a store, with his girlfriend Stacey. Even in the photos, I could tell he looked irritated. Like he didn’t want to be there. Some things never change. Then my father dropped the second surprise. He was hosting a party to celebrate my win. And James… was invited. Along with his father. And Stacey. I didn’t say anything—but something about that didn’t sit right with me. Later that night, I got ready. A red dress with a slit up the right side. Matching heels. My hair styled in loose curls. Perfect. At the party, I smiled, talked, played my role. Until my father called me over. And that’s when I saw him. James. For the first time in years.