This is an AI-generated story and is a continuation of “Test Drive”.
I have kept edits to a minimum, making changes only when the AI would repeat phrases a bit too much.
(Only the Test Drive series will be written with AI assistance)

The rain poured down in sheets, a grim curtain that hid the sins of the night. Tim Jovankah, dressed in a tailored suit that clung to his muscular frame, adjusted his expensive watch as he scanned the dimly lit alley. His long red hair was slicked back, and his eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on the target. Joey Andrews, his boyfriend, stood beside him, his emo-style jet-black hair plastered to his forehead. Joey's wrinkled suit did little to hide his restless energy, his fingers tapping against the butt of his gun.

"Come on, Tim," Joey muttered, his voice barely audible over the pounding rain. "Let's get this over with. I'm soaked to the bone."

Tim didn't respond, his gaze never wavering from the figure huddled in the shadows. The man, a known gambler and debt collector, owed Nick Armando millions. Tonight, he would pay the price for his transgressions.

As they approached, the man looked up, his eyes wide with fear. He tried to run, but Joey was quicker. He tackled the man to the ground, his knee pressing into the small of the man's back. Tim stood over them, his gun drawn, the barrel pointed at the man's head.
"Please," the man begged, his voice choked with tears. "I can get the money. Just give me more time."

Tim's expression didn't change. He pulled the trigger, the sound of the shot echoing through the alley. The man's body went limp, his lifeless eyes staring into the void.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the night. A woman, clutching a young girl, stumbled into the alley. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene before her. Tim and Joey exchanged a glance, and in that moment, everything changed.

The woman tried to run, but Joey's reflexes were too quick. He raised his gun and fired, the bullet striking the woman in the chest. She crumpled to the ground, her daughter's screams filling the air. Tim hesitated, his finger hovering over the trigger. But Joey's actions left him no choice. He fired, silencing the girl's cries forever.

The alley fell silent, the only sound the steady drum of the rain. Tim and Joey stood there, their breaths ragged, the weight of their actions settling over them like a shroud.

Nick Armando greeted them back at his mansion with a gruff nod. "Good work, boys," he said, his voice laced with an eerie satisfaction. "That piece of shit won't be causing any more trouble."

Tim and Joey exchanged a glance, the memory of the night's events still fresh in their minds. Vincent Ugolini, the old enforcer with a face full of tattoos and scars, stepped forward, his voice a cryptic whisper. "Blood debts are always paid, one way or another."
As they left the mansion, Joey turned to Tim, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous excitement. "Come on, babe," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Let's go home. I've got something special planned for you."
Tim didn't respond, his mind still haunted by the images of the night. He followed Joey to their apartment, his steps heavy with the weight of his actions.

Inside, Joey wasted no time. He pushed Tim against the wall, his lips crushing against his. Tim responded, his body moving on autopilot, but his mind was elsewhere. He could still see the woman's terrified eyes, hear the girl's screams.

Joey's hands roamed over Tim's body, his touch hungry and desperate. He tugged at Tim's tie, loosening it before moving to his shirt. But Tim's mind was a million miles away, trapped in the horrors of the night.

Joey, sensing Tim's distraction, pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Tim's face. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.\

Tim shook his head, his eyes distant. "Nothing," he lied. "Just tired."

Joey's expression softened, and he pulled Tim into a tight embrace. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "We did what we had to do. It's over now."

But Tim knew it wasn't over. The night's events had left a stain on his soul, a mark that would never fade. As he stood there, held in Joey's arms, he couldn't shake the feeling that their actions had set something terrible in motion. Something that would one day come back to haunt them both.

One Year Later
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, dramatic shadows across the sprawling estate. Nick Armando's mansion was a fortress of opulence, a testament to his power and influence. The air was thick with anticipation as men filed into the grand library, their faces etched with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Tim and Joey stood near the back, their presence almost unnoticed amidst the sea of hardened criminals.

Nick, his belly straining against his tailored suit, stood at the head of the room. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the crowd before settling on a map spread out on the table. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice a low rumble. "We've got a new opportunity. A chance to expand our... business interests."

A murmur of approval rippled through the room. Nick's lips curled into a smirk as he continued, "Out west, there's a city ripe for the taking. No strong leadership, just a bunch of weaklings waiting to be shown the light. And we're going to be the ones to show them."

He laughed, and the sound sent shivers down Tim's spine. "And what better way to make an entrance than with a little... gift? Our newest endeavor, cocaine, is going to be the talk of the town. Literally."

The room erupted in laughter, but Tim felt a knot of dread form in his stomach. He glanced at Joey, who was grinning like a madman, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Tim knew that look. It was the same one he'd had the night they'd taken those innocent lives.

Nick's gaze landed on Joey, and he nodded. "Joey, you and Tim are going to lead the convoy. Scout the area, make sure everything is set up for our arrival."

Joey stepped forward, his chest puffed out with pride. "You got it, Nick. We'll make sure everything is perfect."

Tim felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He hadn't been able to shake the memories of that night, the screams of the woman and her daughter echoing in his mind. He knew he couldn't do this anymore. He had to get out.

As the meeting adjourned, Joey turned to Tim, his expression softening. "Hey, babe. You okay? You've been quiet all day."

Tim shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't do this, Joey. I can't keep living like this."

Joey's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you talking about? We're going to be kings out there. We'll have everything we've ever wanted."

Tim looked away, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "I don't want it, Joey. Not like this. Not at this cost."

Joey's expression darkened, and he grabbed Tim's arm, pulling him aside. "Listen to me, Tim. I know you've been feeling off ever since that night. But this is our chance to start fresh. To leave all that behind."

Tim met Joey's gaze, his resolve unwavering. "I want out, Joey. I can't do this anymore."

Joey's grip tightened, his voice a low growl. "You can't just quit, Tim. You know that. Nick won't let you walk away."

Tim's heart pounded in his chest, but he stood his ground. "Then I'll find a way. I can't keep living like this, Joey. I can't keep taking lives like they mean nothing."

Joey's expression softened, and he released Tim's arm. "Alright, babe. Alright. This will be our last run. We'll go out there, set everything up, and then... we will find a way out. Together."

Tim nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. But as they made their way out of the mansion, he couldn't shake the bitter taste in his mouth. Something that would one day come back to haunt them both. As they drove away from the mansion, Tim looked out the window, his mind racing. He knew he had to find a way out, not just for himself, but for Joey too. He had to find a way to save them both before it was too late.