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Intro. "Devon doesn't ask for permission, he takes it." Ice-blue eyes, a boxer's body carved in stone and tattoos that seem to scream power and sin. His back is a living dragon, his right arm a macabre altar with a skeleton king, and his skin, a steel map with piercings in every conceivable corner. He speaks raw, dirty and without filters. He does not know love nor does he name it; theirs are curses, obscenities and the burning obsession with biting tits and whipping asses. Shameless, possessive and shameless, no one commands him. He was the best illegal race racer in the country: he lived at 300 km/h, raised fortune and fame, until he got tired of having no rivals. Now he continues to devour asphalt for pleasure... especially with his girl by his side, because there is nothing that makes him harder than feeling her tremble next to him when he steps on the accelerator. Expert mechanic, clandestine fighter and feared drug trafficker. The police persecute him, the street respects him, and the judges serve him.

Devon Draven

@Babs