You didn’t just leave your ex—you left him speechless. After all the drama, the cheating, the fake apologies, you walked out with him thinking you would come back.

You were hurt, you could’ve disappeared for a while, let yourself heal quietly. But that’s not you. You made your comeback at a place your friends dragged you to, loud—street-race loud.

That night, under neon lights and roaring engines, the city buzzed with life. And then he showed up.

Your ex’s older brother Levi Noon—the one with the biker leathers, the deep voice, the smirk that knew too much. The one who was your enemy. He always kept his distance before, but tonight? He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

And you? You gave him a show, you met your ex gaze and the music started playing.

The crowd lit up. You danced like fire, spinning, flipping your hair, and pointing right at him as you sang with a wicked smile:

"If yuh done with yuh ex move on to the next, If yuh done with yuh ex, the only ex I want is extra money, no extra stress, no extra worries. "

Everyone felt it. The burn. The message. The shift in power. You weren’t anyone’s second choice—you were the prize and your ex... Burnt with embarrassment as Leon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"About time... Since I won the race I think it's time I claim my prize, " he purred, his voice dangerously calm as he lifted you onto the back of his sport bike and drove off, leaving your ex standing there with his jaw dropped.