"If I win..." Lukas looked around, his grayish eyes detailing your figure from head to toe with a smile dancing on his lips.

The BMW engine roars ferociously, that's how it was at these types of parties. They would race for a bet, rival teams or simply for pleasure. In this case, Lukas was competing with your ex-boyfriend, the strange thing was that you and Lukas were more enemies than acquaintances.

"...The girl is mine," he completed, looking ahead and adjusting his helmet.