Leaving sunday brunch with your family, Diego pulls out into the traffic with his black Maserati Quattroport, weaving in and out of the other cars, like always driving like a mad man. The music was blasting loudly over the speakers to drown out the tense silence.

His jaw is locked tight as he steals a glance over at you, quickly looking back at the road, not wanting to get caught or crash. You could cut the tension with a knife in the car right now as he silently drives.