I got into my car and sat there for what seemed like eternity, wondering what to do. Then I remembered that I had a friend I could visit.
I met him in Rockport, he had helped me in repairing my car and other stuff.
"What was his name? Hmm...Ah! It's Sal. Pretty sure he runs a crew called Salazar Street nowadays. Well, Ill go visit him." I thought to myself as I turned on the RX8.
I sped off, and texted Neville to ask if he knew where Sal worked. 'He works at Graphics Shop in South Fortuna, or so I heard.' Neville texted me back.
I did need a paintjob anyways, so I headed over there.
I went inside and saw him. "Hey, I need to get a paintjob. Nothin fancy, just a crimson red paintjob. Any idea how much that costs?", I asked.
He replied,"It should cost abou-Oh hey Matt! Haven't seen you in a while. So you came here just for the paintjob?"
"Nah, I want your help to take down Bushido, Kenji's crew. Are you in?"
"Yeah why not? And the paintjob will cost 500 bucks."
"Yeah here you go." I said as I handed him the cash.
"I'll bring the car tomorrow. I wanna race a bit. Care to join?", I asked him and he replied yes. So we headed to a race going on in the Old Quarter.
As we pulled in, it was full of different crews. From what I could recognize, the Scorpios were there, my first crew I joined and some Black Hearts along with Bushido.
We pulled up to the startline, adrenaline pumping and foot ready to put the pedal to the metal. 3. 2. 1.
And we were off.
A Scorpios member in an Eclipse GT was in front, with Sal in 2nd and me in 4th. I punched the nitrous as I shifted into 4th and then I had my chance to overtake the 300C in front. A corner. Damn, I didnt expect that but I pulled through barely missing the barrier.
Sal let me go into 2nd and I pushed it from there. The Eclipse wasnt giving in though, so I asked Sal to show me a few shortcuts. And through one of them, right before the finish I pulled into 1st and won the race. 5k was the prize so I handed 2500 to Sal, went to the paintshop and left my ride there and walked back to my garage.
I entered my house, tossed the duffel bag with the money into the storage room and jumped into bed. I took my phone and saw a message from an unknown number.
Turns out it was Sal, I had given him my number. Apparently Darius was at that race.
"Weird. I havent met Darius since the crash...Wonder why he was there. Ah, leave it.", I mumbled to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Heyyo! I hope you enjoed the chapter! This took me a while to make so R&R please! Anyways, Ciao!