"I need a jump!" he roared, his voice rasping against the roar of the Los Angeles freeway.
The neon lights of the underground circuit didn’t just flicker; they throbbed in time with Chev’s failing heart. He was back in the soup, running on nothing but sheer willpower and a stolen car battery strapped to his chest. "I need a jump
Every second felt like an hour. The world was a blur of high-speed chases and desperate sparks. He had two hours—maybe less—before his internal ticker decided to quit for good. He wasn’t just looking for his heart; he was looking for payback. "I need a jump!" he roared