I Have the "NEED FOR SPEED"

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Warning. Sware Words and Bad Stuff used. You have been warned. This may not be exactly like the game. I do switch it up here and there. But most is.
CHARACTERS BACKSTORY:
Jack "York Reyes" Rourke
:Arrogant, cocky and fearless street racer and a mechanic who owns a garage in San Francisco.
;Marcus Blackwell
:Ruthless mobster and Jack's arch enemy and rival, whose family loaned Jack money to start his business, which is why he wants to eliminate Jack. He is supported by his uncle in the races across the U.S., and he drives a modified phantom black Aston Martin One-77.
;Sam Harper
:Jack's former girlfriend and his current business partner. She and Jack go way back and they seem to have been in love in the past.
==Chapter 1: The Beggining...==
"HAHAHA... THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. YOU DONT PAY. YOU DONT FUCKING STAY...."
"Shit. Shit! I gotta get outta here. NOW!" Jack mumbles to himself.
"Aha!" Jack thinks to my self.
Jack attempts to Kick open the surrounding windows and the windscreen. It doesn't work...
"Shit... SHIT!! COME ON COME ON I CAN DO THIS!"
"Wait a second..."
Jack feels into is pocket a he remembered he had a knife. He finds it.
"This has gotta work...!" Jack says.
Jack attempts to carve a space in the windscreen to get out and manages to successfully get out.
"He doesent own up. He doesent stay up. He cant escape? Can he?" A group of Mob mumbles to them selves.
Jack sneaks out and looks around. He finds one of the mobs cars and breaks in to steal it. Just as he gets in the vehicle the vehicle in the crusher makes an ear bleeding noise. Covering the alarm. Jack quickly gets in and accidently hits the horn. Grabbing the attention of the Mob.
"FUCK! Gotta go!" Jack said
"GET AFTER HIM! I WANT HIS BRAINS OVER THE ASHPHALT!" Screamed the Mob.
As Jack sped away he got a call from Sam on his mobile. Jack presses something random on the car and the car picks up on his mobile phone. He used to car to speak to Sam.
"Jack. Jack! What the fuck I-... WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU? WHOS CAR ARE YOU IN?" Screamed Sam
"Uhh.. Nevermind." Jack said.
"Look. There is a race on. I have entered you in it. Its from Here. San Fran Sisco. To New York. About 5000 Miles of Ashphalt between you. All you have to do is win!"
==Coming soon. ==
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