DRIVER 88 (The Death Race Saga).

Chapter 19: CHAPTER 6: GHOST DRIVER



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1. The Man Who Wouldn't Die

Jaxon Carter had seen plenty of killers behind the wheel.

But Ghost?

This guy was different.

He didn't just survive that explosion—

He drove through it.

Not a scratch on his car.

Not a single dent.

Vera's voice cracked through Jaxon's earpiece.

"Jax… who the hell is that?"

Jaxon didn't answer.

Because deep down, he wasn't sure himself.

The finish line was a mile ahead.

But Ghost was right on his tail.

Too fast.

Too precise.

And that was when Jaxon realized—

Ghost wasn't just trying to win.

He was playing with him.

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2. The Chase to the Finish

Jaxon hit the NOS.

The Charger roared forward, speed climbing past 200 mph.

Ghost?

Matched him.

Effortlessly.

"This guy's unreal," Lucas muttered in Jaxon's earpiece.

Then—

Ghost's car swerved left.

Right.

Back again.

A blur of movement.

Jaxon's heart pounded.

This wasn't just racing.

This was calculated chaos.

Vera gasped.

"Jax! He's herding you—"

Too late.

Ghost made his move.

His back tires clipped Jaxon's front bumper.

A perfect maneuver.

Jaxon's car spun out.

Tires screeched.

The world turned sideways.

And the finish line was coming up fast.

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3. The Impossible Recovery

A normal driver?

Would've crashed.

Would've died.

But Jaxon Carter wasn't normal.

As his car spun uncontrollably, he let go of the wheel.

A split-second decision.

The Charger's momentum corrected itself.

The front wheels hit the ground first—

And Jaxon slammed the throttle.

The engine screamed.

The car lurched forward.

And against all odds—

He was back in the race.

Ghost?

Still ahead.

Still untouched.

Jaxon narrowed his eyes.

"Alright, you bastard… let's see how good you really are."

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4. Ghost's True Identity

Vera's voice broke through the comms.

"Jax, we found something. You're not gonna like it."

"Spit it out."

There was a pause.

Then—

"Ghost isn't just a racer. He's ex-military. Black ops. A ghost in the system. No real name. No records. No history."

Jaxon's grip tightened.

"Then how the hell is he in the race?"

Lucas sighed.

"Because someone wants him here."

Jaxon cursed.

This wasn't a race anymore.

It was a setup.

And the only way out?

Through Ghost.

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5. Death at the Finish Line

The final stretch.

Half a mile to go.

Ghost was in the lead.

Jaxon was closing the gap.

Lucas whispered in his earpiece.

"Jax… you don't have to do this."

Jaxon exhaled.

"Yeah, I do."

He reached for a hidden switch under the dashboard.

Ghost had played dirty.

Now it was Jaxon's turn.

He flipped the switch.

The Charger's back exhaust flared.

A smokescreen deployed.

Ghost's car disappeared into the black mist.

For the first time—

Jaxon heard him curse.

That was all he needed.

Jaxon hit the NOS—

One final boost.

He shot past Ghost.

Past the finish line.

And then—

Ghost's car exploded.

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6. A Winner, A Target

Jaxon skidded to a stop.

Smoke and fire filled the track.

Ghost's car was nothing but wreckage.

Lucas and Vera rushed over.

"Holy hell, Jax, you actually did it!"

Jaxon stepped out.

Drenched in sweat.

Hands shaking.

He had won.

But something didn't feel right.

And then—

A whisper.

"Well played, Carter."

Jaxon froze.

The wreckage shifted.

And from the flames—

Ghost walked out.

Unharmed.

A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face.

"See you in the next race."

Then he was gone.

Jaxon turned to Vera and Lucas.

"We're in trouble."

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TO BE CONTINUED…

Jaxon Carter has won the race—

But at what cost?

Ghost is still alive.

The game isn't over.

And now—

The real war begins.


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