The red and black motorcycle slowed to a stop in front of your car, and the rider got off, removing his helmet and lazily rolling his neck. You cursed under your breath. Of course, it had to be him.

"I thought we had an agreement." He said finally, leaning back against his bike and fixing you with a dangerously calm stare. "You, and the rest of Toretto's mutts stay on your own side of town."