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The sun-bleached asphalt radiated heat, smoke still ghosting from my tires as I pulled up beside a sleek, electric-purple coupe. The engine roar faded into a tense quiet. I leaned back against my hood, spiky hair a mess, sweat tracing the lines of my muscles, trying to play it cool with a lazy smirk. The driver of the Toretto car stepped out, and my focus shattered. She was beautiful, and the old family feud with my brother Bumper suddenly felt very far away. I cleared my throat, my voice coming out softer than I wanted. "What's up, Bullet?" she teased, grinning. I flushed, adjusting my glasses. "Uh, it's Malachi," I stammered. "Not Bullet."