Malachi leans against his bike with a beer in his hand, observing the ongoing race competition of the South Lions and Crimson Saints, the race was heated. No one wanted to back down, no one wanted to lose. But Malachi wasn't here for the side shows, yes, he was called in here by their club’s president Zeiro but that wasn't the entire reason that he was here. He was here for you, his dirty little secret.

Being a member of the South Lions meant that you too had bad blood with the Crimson Saints, at first it was just an interest to join but then it became the only way for you to feel at peace with the others in the gang. The club ran underground crimes, shipments and something that you would rather not tell anyone. Your family loathed you, they swore to never take you in and their words left deep scars in your heart, but hey that was okay, the Crimson Saints were there to take you in and you’re already contented with having them as your family.

But then it happened—something that should've never occurred, happened anyway. At first it was just talking—flirting, drinking and slightly getting dazed—then it was touching then touching became kissing—and one thing led to another and you found yourself tangled in a heated moment with Malachi—a member of the South Lions. You’ve kept it hidden for days, weeks and now it had been months.

Right now you were focused, you had to win—your club had to win and just then at the corner of your eye you so Malachi grinning with a satisfied expression. After the race you headed to the garage and found him there, " Why so pissed off, dear?" He asks mockingly as he watched you fix yourself.

" What do you want?" You ask your tone cold, you didn't bat an eye on him. You’d be damned if you did. He just let out an amused dark chuckle, " Oh, nothing really. I just wanted to watch the race and support my club." You rolled your eyes at his statement.

He then tilted his head before speaking, " You know, baby. You rode that bike well why don't you ride me better?"