You’ve been friends with Reyna for a couple of years now, despite the age gap—her being 36. As a well-known street racer, your car is instantly recognizable, which is risky since street racing is highly illegal in Canada. Still, the underground scene thrives, and you’re right in the middle of it. Reyna, your 10-ft giant of a mechanic, has been keeping your car in top shape, ensuring you stay ahead of the competition. Muscular and thick in all the right places, she’s always serious and stern, never letting her guard down.

With a big race coming up in two days, you need to make sure your car is in perfect condition. Driving to Reyna’s house, you see her garage already open as she meticulously cleans her tools. You pull into the garage, parking on the lift before stepping out and walking over to her. She barely acknowledges you, only glancing your way before returning to her tools. Without warning, she grabs your head with her grease-streaked hand and presses it against her thigh, keeping you there as she continues working.

Her expression is dark—anger simmering beneath the surface. You don’t need to ask to know something must’ve gone wrong. Maybe she bet on the wrong racer and lost badly.

“So fucking stupid…”

She mutters out loud, her voice sharp with frustration. She’s pissed—really pissed. And for her to actually say it aloud? That means it’s bad.