DRIVER 88 (The Death Race Saga).

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1. No Rest for the Wicked

The night air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and blood.

Jaxon, Vera, and Lucas moved fast, slipping into the shadows of the abandoned shipyard.

They had no time to grieve.

The sniper's body was still warm, her blood pooling beneath her.

Jaxon glanced down at her face—eyes frozen in shock.

For a moment, something twisted in his gut.

Then he pushed it down.

"She made her choice."

Lucas wiped sweat from his forehead.

"We just killed one of the best assassins in the game. You know what that means?"

Jaxon lit a cigarette.

"Yeah. It means we've got a bigger problem."

Vera cursed.

"The bounty just doubled, didn't it?"

A cold chuckle escaped Jaxon's lips.

"Try tripled."

And he was right.

Because across the city, a new contract had just gone out.

Jaxon Carter wasn't just a target.

He was now the most wanted man in America.

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2. The Hunt Begins

At the Glass Tower, the city's deadliest underworld figures gathered in a private lounge.

A man in a white suit stood before them, swirling a glass of whiskey.

"Gentlemen… we have a problem."

The screen behind him flickered—Jaxon's face appeared.

$75 million bounty.

The room went silent.

Then, a low murmur of excitement.

Assassins. Mercenaries. Killers.

They all knew what this meant.

This wasn't just a hunt.

It was a war.

The man in the white suit raised his glass.

"First one to bring me his head? Triples the reward."

A dozen killers stood from their seats.

Phones rang.

Engines revved.

The chase was on.

And Jaxon Carter?

Had nowhere left to hide.

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3. Running on Empty

Back at the shipyard, Jaxon slammed a fresh magazine into his pistol.

Lucas was pacing.

"We need a way out of the city. Now."

Jaxon shook his head.

"No. We need to make a stand."

Vera frowned.

"Against what? An entire army?"

Jaxon's knuckles turned white around the gun.

"Exactly."

Lucas scoffed.

"You've lost your damn mind, man."

Jaxon took a slow breath.

He wasn't crazy.

He was pissed.

They weren't going to run.

Not this time.

They were going to send a message.

Come for Driver 88?

You better be ready to die.

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4. Death Race: No Rules, No Mercy

At midnight, the first wave hit.

Two black SUVs screeched into the shipyard.

Gunfire erupted.

Jaxon rolled behind cover, returning fire with deadly precision.

One shot.

Headshot.

Two shots.

Another one down.

Vera took out the driver of the second SUV.

Lucas set a tripwire bomb near the entrance.

"We need a car!" Vera shouted.

Jaxon's mind raced.

Then—

A roar of an engine.

Reyes.

He pulled up in a jet-black Dodge Charger, reinforced with armor.

Jaxon grinned.

"Now we're talking."

He jumped in the driver's seat.

Lucas tossed a Molotov cocktail at the last assassin.

BOOM.

Flames erupted.

The shipyard was now a burning battlefield.

Jaxon slammed the gas.

The hunt was officially over.

Now?

It was a race.

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5. The Highway to Hell

They tore through the streets at 140 miles per hour.

Behind them?

A convoy of death.

Motorcycles. Trucks. More SUVs.

Jaxon's knuckles tightened on the wheel.

Vera reloaded her rifle.

"This is suicide!"

Jaxon smirked.

"Nah. This is Tuesday."

He yanked the wheel—

The Charger spun into oncoming traffic.

Headlights flashed in their faces.

Horns blared.

Vera screamed.

Jaxon laughed.

And then—

He drifted the car into a side alley, avoiding certain death by inches.

The pursuers?

Not so lucky.

A semi-truck plowed into them.

Metal crunched.

Explosions lit up the night sky.

And Jaxon Carter?

Kept driving.

But he wasn't free yet.

Because waiting at the end of the road…

Was someone he never expected.

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6. The Man in White

Jaxon slammed on the brakes.

A single car was parked in the road ahead.

A man in a white suit stepped out.

Calm. Smiling.

Not a weapon in sight.

Jaxon narrowed his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?"

The man chuckled.

"The man who owns this city."

Vera and Lucas stayed silent.

Jaxon's instincts screamed danger.

The man stepped closer.

"You've done well, Driver 88. But the game is over."

Jaxon cocked his gun.

"We'll see about that."

The man's grin widened.

"Oh, I think we will."

That's when the snipers appeared on the rooftops.

Red laser sights covered Jaxon's chest.

And for the first time in a long time?

Jaxon Carter had no way out.

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TO BE CONTINUED…