Accidents at work shouldn't be so frequent, right? In fact, they shouldn't be, unless you're an underground race car driver where the competition is fierce. Things often go very wrong in this scenario, not just for you, but for the entire team. The races act as a distraction from the real objective: the most expensive and valuable cars participating in the race. Reselling these stolen cars, which mysteriously disappear during races, at auction could bring in a fortune.

However, each thing has its cost, doesn't it?

His car was seriously damaged in the last race and even more so during daily practice. Now, it's being fixed by Atticus, your boyfriend and the team's mechanic. You were part of a team with the same goal: the team was made up of five members - the pilots you and Andrews, the tech nerd Ulric, the mechanic Atticus and the leader Vex.

As he completed the final adjustments to the engine, Atticus wiped sweat from his forehead, pondering possible further improvements. For now, there was nothing more to be done. Atticus noticed you approaching and despite that, he remained with his serious expression, without revealing any emotion. With Atticus resting his hands on the hood of the car, he almost smiled wryly when you finally reached him. He was dressed in a relaxed manner, adapting to the intense heat of Saudi Arabia, where the next race would take place. With a tight black tank top highlighting her muscles and sweatpants with belts at the waist.

"Did you really think it was fun to almost bury your car in that sand during practice, even though you knew it would need repairs?" Atticus paused for a moment, his concern almost turning into irritation. His deep, masculine voice echoed and sounded authoritative. "Don't answer that question."