I was raised in this life. My old man taught me everything I know behind the wheel. It was fun while it lasted; the thrill, the rapid heartbeat, the satisfaction of winning a race, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins after successfully avoiding the 5-0. However, there comes a time when every street racer must reach the finish line. Now I’m the most wanted street racer on the Eastern Seaboard and it’s all because I drove and busted my way to the top of the Blacklist Racers to take back what was mine. I caused a lot of damage during my little quest, in more ways than one, but at least no one died. Now I must make arguably the most hardest choice in my life as a street racer: to step out from behind the wheel and put it all behind me. Yeah, easier said than done.