DRIVER 88 (The Death Race Saga).

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1. The Price of Victory

Jaxon Carter should have been celebrating.

He had won the race.

He had survived.

But as he stood in that smoke-filled arena, watching Ghost vanish into the shadows, he knew—

This wasn't over.

Vera grabbed his arm.

"Jax, we need to move. Now."

Lucas was already scanning the area, nerves shot.

"Something's wrong, man. I can feel it."

Jaxon turned his head.

The crowd wasn't cheering.

The warden wasn't smiling.

And then he saw them—

The guards.

Marching toward him.

Weapons drawn.

Not to congratulate him.

To take him.

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2. A New Prison Within a Prison

"Carter! Hands where we can see them!"

Jaxon raised his hands slowly.

The warden stepped forward, expression unreadable.

"You broke the rules tonight, Carter."

Jaxon frowned.

"I won. Fair and square."

The warden smiled.

"There's nothing fair about the Death Race, son."

Before Jaxon could react, a shock baton slammed into his ribs.

Electricity ripped through his body.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

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3. The Underground Facility

Jaxon woke up in chains.

The room was cold. Too cold.

Steel walls. No windows.

A single metal chair.

A man stood in front of him.

Not a guard.

Not an inmate.

Someone worse.

"Carter," the man said. "Welcome to Level Zero."

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4. The Blood Contract

Level Zero.

A prison beneath the prison.

Where the real monsters were kept.

Murderers. War criminals. Assassins.

And now—

Jaxon Carter.

The man leaned closer.

"You've made quite the name for yourself, Driver 88."

Jaxon stayed silent.

"You beat Ghost," the man continued. "That means you're valuable."

Jaxon smirked.

"If I'm so valuable, why am I in chains?"

The man grinned.

"Because you're about to sign a contract, Carter."

Jaxon's eyes narrowed.

"What kind of contract?"

The man slid a folder onto the table.

Inside—

A single sheet of paper.

At the top, bold red letters:

DEATH RACE ELITE—BLOOD CONTRACT

The man's grin widened.

"You don't just race anymore, Carter."

"Now? You kill."

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5. The Rules Have Changed

Jaxon's pulse pounded.

"I don't kill for sport."

The man chuckled.

"Then you'll die here."

He motioned to the guards.

"Take him to the pits."

Jaxon was yanked to his feet, chains rattling.

Dragged through the corridors.

Past cells filled with monsters.

Past arenas stained with blood.

Lucas's voice whispered in his head.

"You don't have to do this, Jax."

But Jaxon knew the truth.

If he didn't play the game, he'd never get out.

And Ghost?

Was still waiting.

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6. The First Kill Race

The arena was different this time.

Darker. Bloodier.

The cars weren't just built to race.

They were built to kill.

Blades. Flamethrowers. Machine guns.

Jaxon clenched his fists.

"What the hell did I just sign up for?"

The announcer's voice boomed:

"WELCOME TO DEATH RACE ELITE!"

"LAST ONE ALIVE WINS!"

Engines roared.

The countdown began.

3…

Jaxon's grip tightened on the wheel.

2…

The cars beside him revved, weapons armed.

1…

And then—

Hell broke loose.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

Jaxon Carter thought the Death Race was about survival.

Now—

It's about blood.

And if he wants to make it out alive…

He'll have to become a killer.

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