Death On A DUCATI Shifting Gears….
The streets burn like scorched rubber under the weight of betrayal.
Deuce, king of the Ducati Mob, rides through smoke-thick loyalty and fast-burning lies. His crown ain't made of chrome—it’s pressure, scars, and the kind of silence that comes before war.
Stormii, the plotting Queen, moves like a shadow in his blind spot. The crew? Full of cracks masked by leather and patched vests. Everyone’s revving for position, every glance a gamble. Trust don't ride here no more—only strategy, secrets, and setups.
But Deuce isn’t the type to decelerate.
He was forged in friction. Built for the curve.
And while the whole city might be gunning for his patch, there’s one thing they forgot…
The streets may twist.
The game may shift.
But some engines don’t break.
They just burn louder.