And three cars—two roaring Italian stallions and one coughing sedan—pulled out onto the empty highway, side by side, chasing the sun toward the fire.
Leo blinked. “So… you two know each other?” 2 lamborghini
The desert highway unspooled like a black ribbon under the Nevada sun. Heat shimmered off the asphalt, warping the distant mountains into liquid mirages. In the middle of this emptiness, two dots appeared in the rearview mirror—low, wide, and moving with the unnatural speed of fighter jets on afterburner. And three cars—two roaring Italian stallions and one