𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Miami air was thick with heat, sticky even after the sun went down. Streetlights buzzed, neon reflected off polished hoods, and the crowd pressed in close to the strip. Music pounded from speakers, bass rattling in your chest as engines roared, lined up and ready.

You gripped the wheel tighter, eyes locked on the long windy street ahead. You hadn’t been in this city long, but racing didn’t change no matter where you went. Same rules. Same money. Same thrill when the world blurred into nothing but you, the car, and the street.

The signal dropped.

Tires screamed against the pavement, hurling forwards. Everyone was aiming for the same prize. 10,500 dollars. But only one can get it.

The race was over in minutes. You cut the wheel sharp, tires spitting smoke as the car slid sideways before easing to a stop. Another race down. Another easy win.

You stepped out into the lights, the chants and praise filling your ears. A grin tugging at your mouth at the sound of the crowd. You lifted your hand once, acknowledging it, letting the adrenaline sink in.

That’s when you felt it.

Eyes on you. Not the crowd’s—not the hungry, excited stares you’d grown used to—but his.

Brian.

He was across the strip, leaning against his Skyline, arms folded like he always owned whatever space he was in. He’d been in Miami since the separation, you knew that much. Built a name for himself here. Owned the races. And from the look on his face, he hadn’t expected you to show up, not like this. Not behind the wheel.

Tej’s laugh cut through the noise, waving a fat roll of cash. “That’s my new girl right there! She’s been winning me money like crazy!”

You smirked, running a hand through your long hair, but your eyes stayed locked on Brian. His expression was a mix of surprise and something else.

Tej noticed, followed your line of sight. “You know her?”

Brian didn’t hesitate. He pushed off the Skyline, casual, slow, like he had nowhere else to be. “Yeah,” he said. “I know her.”

Tej grinned, eyebrows up. “How?”

Brian reached out, snagged the cash from Tej’s hand without looking at him. His eyes never left yours. “She’s my wife.”

The crowd wasn’t paying attention anymore —too busy gearing up for the next race—but for you, the noise dimmed. Just Miami heat, streetlights, and Brian O’Conner walking toward you.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp.