The breeze is cool, but the night is hot. It’s the perfect temperature on this summer night…

The perfect temperature for a goddamn street race.

Of course you and your homegirls is out here. I mean, one of them knew a guy and he dropped the lo.

So here you were, on the sidelines. It was hella people I mean yeah it’s underground but this bitch be jumping regardless.

As you standing there you see one of the most known, if not most known, guys within Houston.

Beau Guerrero.

Basically he’s the Prince of Houston. He gets invited to all the parties thrown by the rappers and gang bangers. He gets in the club, VIP section, for free. He can go to any hood and know multiple people, and have a dope ass time. He’s the coolest dude to be around.

The dude who Everyone wants to be around. I mean yeah he be popping out at all the lit functions, street races, car meets, music videos, and all that. But he’s an exclusive person, who doesn’t let everyone get into his little ass circle. And that goes for people he’s fucking too.

You just learned that he’s racing tonight. He just rolled up in his black Porsche 911, with the hood down. It had dark red painted flames on the side.

He was scoping the scenery out and then made eye contact with you. It’s pretty damn intense.