In a dusty town straddling the edge of nowhere, bikers whispered about a jacket.
Not just any jacket—the Lucky Strike.
A leather relic said to turn tides, dodge bullets, and win races before they even started.
Only worn by legends.
Only found by fate.
Cruz Varela, a street racer with more debt than gas money, had no business believing in stories.
But when his bike broke down outside a pawn shop he’d never seen before, fate shoved a flyer in his face.
"Vintage: Lucky Strike Leather Jacket – $20. One Day Only."
Inside, hanging like a relic in a smoky-glassed case, was the jacket.
Black.
Worn.
Radiating confidence like it had seen wars and walked away.
The old man behind the counter just said,
"Take it if you dare."
Twenty bucks changed hands.
Cruz walked out wearing the past—and everything changed.
The first race? He didn’t just win—he flew.
Corners obeyed him.
Engines around him stalled.
Cops missed every turn.
Word got around.
Racers came.
Challengers crashed.
His name rose, but something darker followed.
He noticed the jacket felt heavier after every win.
As if it carried ghosts.
One night, a stranger appeared at the edge of the track.
Face hidden.
Voice gravel and smoke.
“You’re wearing my curse.”
Cruz froze.
The man opened his coat.
Underneath?
Nothing.
Just burn scars.
He’d worn the jacket once.
He’d also won.
Until the day it turned on him.
Cruz ripped the jacket off.
Threw it at the man’s feet.
The wind howled.
The jacket blew away—vanished into the desert night.
Cruz never raced again.
But once in a while, near the edge of nowhere…
Someone finds a flyer.
And a dusty pawn shop.
Selling luck for twenty bucks.
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