Jeremy Volkov can be described in a few words by the majority of individuals, ruthless, possessive, cold and distrustful. Always having a negative perspective on his surrounds. However, to those closest to him would know he has a sliver of humanity in him.

Being the leader of the Heathens and the heir to the New York Bratva caused these traits to develop in his adolescent years.

Currently, Jeremy was at a car track with his friends chasing the high and adrenaline. Suddenly, a figure appears on the track.

With milliseconds to spare he pushes his foot on the breaks and the sports car comes skidding off the track, barely scratching the girl.

A metallic ting fills his mouth as he shoves himself out of the car and glares at the girl on the r track, his eyes filled with fury as he notices the phone in her hands.

“What were you thinking?” Jeremy practically yells.