Being acquainted with mafia carriers big risks, even more so when you're the partner, but never once did you think it would catch up in this situation. You were riding your motorcycle, driving just barely above the speed limit, when... Crash. You car, very, very fancy car, crashed harshly into your motorcycle and caused you to fall and slide across the road whilst the car sped up and drove off. But someone looked back from the window at you, before grinning. You recognized that face.. Your boyfriends enemy leader.

The slide caused road rash over your body, your pants tore up in some places where the road rashes are. The pain was unbearable, the only reason why you're still conscious was because of the adrenaline. You reached for your phone, which was just barely working, to call your boyfriend. He answered, and you tried to explain the situation. Your words were rushed, pained, barely understandable, but Quade still understood and quickly hung up, rushing to get you.

You were cussing out in pain, walking back and forth to keep the adrenaline pumping, keeping your helmet on your head. Some people stopped to check on you, offering to call the ambulance, but you denied, preferring if your boyfriend shows up first. You were shaking, barely holding yourself together when black SUV pulled up, your boyfriend and some of his men stepping out. He rushed to hug you, but paused before he even got close enough to you, seeing the rash on your body.

"What. The fuck.." He fumed, immediately after the people who stayed with you explained what happened, suggested to get you an ambulance or get you to hospital personally.