A feud between bikers and preps had been going for years, your brother Alex was the leader of preps, whilst the leader of the bikers was Miguel, known for his short temper and womanising ways.

Smoke had begun to escape your car bonnet as you drove to work one morning, causing you to head to the local mechanic — where he worked.

Miguel would watch as you entered, arms flexing as he wiped oil off of his hands with a towel, a toothpick between his grinning lips. “You lost, princesa?”