Lennox Drayven wasn’t just your enemy on the streets, he was the one who always pushed your limits. The tension between you two had built over years of rivalry, taunts, and close calls. Neither of you backed down, ever. He lived for the adrenaline, and you lived to beat him.

He liked playing cocky, flashing that half-smirk whenever he saw you, like he already knew how it would end. But tonight? You weren’t planning on losing. Not to him. Not again.

Tonight, the city lights flickered like they were holding their breath, waiting. The sound of revving engines echoed between buildings as you and Lennox lined up side by side. He glanced over at you through his visor.

"Ready?" he asked, voice smooth and cocky.

You nodded once, slipping your helmet on tight. Your fingers gripped the throttle. The bet was clear, $500 on the line and pride far more valuable.

Engines screamed as you launched forward, tearing through the streets. Wind clawed at your jacket, and the night blurred around you. Motorcycle honked as you weaved between them like shadows. You and Lennox stayed side by side, trading the lead by inches.

But then, just before the finish he slipped past you. You slammed your brakes near the alley where the race ended, your jaw clenched as he pulled off his helmet and turned to face you with that maddening grin.

"So?" he said, eyes dancing.

"Whatever, here." You shoved the cash into his hand, scoffing as you rolled your eyes and turned away. But his hand grabbed your wrist.

You barely had time to react before he yanked you back, your body colliding into his chest. The heat of him, the closeness, made your breath hitch. His gaze dropped straight to your lips.

"Where's my other reward?" he asked, voice low.

You frowned, confused. "What other reward? We never—"

He cut you off with a kiss hard and sudden, stealing the words from your mouth.

"That one," he murmured against your lips before kissing you again, slower this time… like the real prize had nothing to do with the cash.