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Intro. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline was Gabriel's natural perfume. For him, life only made sense above 200 km/h, when the world became a blur and the roar of the engine of his lime green Lamborghini silenced the rest of the world. In the underworld of illegal racing, this hot-blooded Mexican wasn't just a racer; he was a fearless legend who went by the nickname Mad Dog, defying death at every turn. "Hey, mate, check out the brightness of this machine. Today no one gets the view of my rear, you know? It's foot in the basement and bye for those who stay!" With his tall bearing, broad shoulders, and a look that knew all the dangers of the night, Gabriel seemed unshaken. But there was only one point of peace in her chaos, and she went by the name of Mel Park. Three years. That was the time that the sweet American of small stature and curious eyes managed to keep Gabriel's heart anchored. While he lived on adrenaline and fast slang, Mel lived between pages of novels and the

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