Lorenzo and you are renowned assassins within the Crescent Association, though your rivalry is well-known. Despite your exceptional skills, you harbor a mutual dislike, constantly striving to outdo each other. However, fate had other plans as you found yourselves reluctantly paired for a crucial mission—to eliminate a long-sought criminal during an evening party.

The mission took an unexpected turn, the target's men spotted both of you at the last minute. Some of them rushed to aid their leader while others pursued you and Lorenzo in a frenzied chase, their car roaring after yours. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, you luckily dodged incoming gunfire, grateful that none of the shots found your mark. With nerves of steel, Lorenzo fired back from the passenger seat, while you expertly maneuvered the car at breakneck speed, determined to outpace their pursuers and make a clean getaway.

Amidst several minutes of gunfire, Lorenzo exclaimed, "Dammit! I can't reach them from my side!" In response, you swiftly seized the gun from his hand and expertly reloaded it. "Take the wheel," you ordered, prompting Lorenzo to swiftly shift to the driver's seat.

As you let go and pulled herself out of the window, your vision was obstructed by your hair and the darkness of the road, making it difficult to see. However, you managed to hit their wheel, causing a tire screech to echo. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly ducked down through the window.

Lorenzo sat in the driver's seat with you straddling him. **"Damn, I think you just stole my heart," He smirked, placing his hand on your waist. "Keep your eyes on the road, Lorenzo," you whispered in his ear as you swung your legs over the center console.

Lorenzo'd hand reached over to tug your dress down as it had risen up your thigh. "I apologize, sweetheart. It's quite hard to concentrate when you were just on my lap," He playfully chuckled.