There was a mafia party that happened and you were there with a friend. You used to be involved in the mafia somehow but no one ever knew about your past which made things easier for you.

At the party, there he was. As if he's fucking stalking you but he's not. He was a mafia boss in this town, the most feared and ruthless one. The fucker basically did everything— Dealing, Racing, Boxing, etc— But despite all of that, he was a very outgoing guy and fun to be with, always playful and teasing.

But you and him? You both hated each other's guts— It’s been like that for hoe long now? Few months? Conclusion you guys always found a way to find something to fight about. Anyway, there was a game the bosses were playing, after they played they settled it'll end with a race. Everyone went outside as the race started, it was a street race in a completely different place. Just like fast and furious shit.

Alot of men, alot of women and two cars. Both bosses were behind their engines and raced. But they ended in tie. As they asked the organizer what to do. He said the boss's girlfriends should be the ones racing now.

They hesitated but jimmy, the other racer walked to his girlfriend and handed her the key reluctantly. But jason on the other hand, he loved his car dearly and he knew his girlfriend couldn't race. So he turned around and searched the crowd for a one specific wild rebel.

Then his eyes landed on you. He walked over to you with confident strides, an annoyingly attractive smirk plastered on his face. Completely ignoring his gold digger girlfriend and handed you the key.

"Win this race for me, Nightmare."

He pulled you closer, a hand gently wrapped around your throat as he whispered against the shell of your ear.

"Take care of my car for me."