I woke up a little late today and stayed at home rather than going to work because I was having a bit of a hangover from last night.

My mind was still thinking about that girl; she looked so innocent and beautiful, and if she was somehow related to what happened last night, she must have been in this business for a long time.

She was hot for one thing and knew how to lure a man into her arms just for the sake of her job. impressive; it's usually obvious to point out a hitwoman, but she was different.

The headache was getting worse, so I decided to get myself a glass of water.

I walked in, and a maid exclaimed, "Oh, sir, you have woken up. Would you like some breakfast?"

I simply hummed back, grabbed a drink of water, and headed to my room.

As I set the glass down, my phone lit up with a text notification from Miles. His message was like a blast from the past, urging me to race, and reminding me of simpler days. But things weren't so simple anymore.

"Yo, dude, down for a race; it's Wednesday, and I know you're probably busy with your stupid meetings, but come on, it's been a while since you've been on the road."

He wasn't wrong. It had been ages since I'd raced anyone, and the nostalgia hit hard. But life had taken me down a different path. Taking over the family business, both the legitimate one and the less savory side, left little time for indulging in old habits.

Since my father's passing, managing his mafia empire alongside running the firm had become an all-consuming task. Gone were the days of carefree races and nights spent in clubs. Now it was all about strategy, alliances, and maintaining a delicate balance between legality and the shadows.

I sighed, torn between the memories of reckless freedom and the weight of responsibility. Replying, I declined Miles's invitation, citing a busy week. But the truth was, I couldn't afford to let myself get pulled back into that world, even if I missed it.

"I can't, sorry. I'm swamped this week. How about another time?" I typed out, the words feeling heavier than they should.

His reply came almost instantly, a simple "I got it." But beneath the brevity, I sensed a hint of disappointment, a recognition of how much things had changed.

Closing the message, I pushed aside the pang of longing, refocusing on the tasks at hand. The past might hold its allure, but the present demanded my full attention.

I took a deep breath. What am I supposed to do? I want to live freely, but something holds me back. I'm too tired these days.

Everything is messed up—handling drugs, catching traitors, and killing them, holding meetings with investors handling all of it.

The killing part is rather fun but fucking tiring. I often find myself yearning for a simpler life away from the constant chaos and violence that come with running a criminal empire. The weight of my responsibilities weighs heavily on me, leaving me drained and longing for a sense of normalcy.

I decided to take a walk outside and grab a coffee from a cafe nearby.

It was a nice sunny day outside with a cool breeze going on.

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I went inside and gave them my order, and I sat down on one of the benches around the corner.

I took out my phone and scrolled through Instagram. I was scrolling down when I came across a video of a girl shouting Miles's name. I lowered the volume as people began to look at me.

I watched the video, and there were a lot of people on that track, it looks similar, I guess because there is only one bike track in New York, with girls screaming Mile's name. I watched Miles riding, drifting, and doing stunts.

I kind of feel bad for the other guy; he does not have any fan girls. and he sucks at riding.

The woman put my coffee down, and I sipped it while looking outside the window. a small smirk grew on my face.

I called my driver and told him my location. I know I am a jerk, but I want to keep my promise as a friend.

I finished my coffee, paid the waiter, and walked outside the cafe. I waited outside for a couple of minutes.

My car arrives, and the driver opens the door for me," Good morning, sir, he said formally.

''Thanks, William, '' I smiled and sat inside as he closed the door.

Where are we going, sir? he asked.

''Burning Solas'', I said with a smile on my face.

"All right, sir," he said as he began driving; the track was only a few kilometers away.

As I looked out the window, memories of those wild nights flooded my mind, bringing a nostalgic smile to my face. The track ahead was maybe just a few kilometers away, but it felt like a lifetime since those carefree days of youthful rebellion and adrenaline-fueled adventures.

It was bittersweet to think about how much time can change people, transforming them from carefree partygoers to individuals caught up in dangerous activities like handling drugs and guns.

I looked at the board that said Burning Solas. William parked the car, and I got out. I could easily hear girls screaming at the top of their lungs.

I scoff at the fact that the motherfucker has all the girls wrapped around him. Good job, Miles, you deserved it.

I walked inside and made my way through the crowd. Miles was standing on the stage. I got closer to the stage and shot him a head-up...

He laughs and shows me the middle finger, and just as I was about to walk up to him, I saw a girl looking fairly confident, dressed up in jeans and a tight top with just the perfect amount of cleavage and a jacket.

She walks up to him like she owns the place and calls him by his last name.

Is she a crazy ex-girlfriend or what? I stare at her talking and challenging him to a race.

Wow, she has the nerve to do so. Let's see. I actually want to see how she loses.

Miles looks over at me, gives an eye roll, and I laugh. They both get to the starting line. She is riding a beautiful bike, which might be an SV. Daddy's money, I am sure.

She looks over at me, and I smile at her. I could see her cheeks flush before she wore her helmet.

and they both took off. There is a huge screen that shows who is in the lead. I look over it, and Miles is in the lead.

Oh god, she is going to lose horribly. I keep my eyes fixed on that screen until she speeds up, and it's next to miles. The drone zooms in on their faces, and I can feel her smirking.

Miles is wasting his boost-ups in frustration. She stays a bit behind on the first lap. She passed by, and I could see her looking at me.

They take it off the track and onto the road, the drone follows them, and everyone is cheering for miles, but my bet is on that girl with the determined look in her eyes. As they navigate through the twists and turns, she effortlessly overtakes Miles, leaving him in her dust. The crowd's excitement grows as they witness her skill and strategy, making it clear that she is a force to be reckoned with.

She comes back to the track with miles only inches away from her, and the crowd is cheering and screaming at the top of their lungs.

She lifts her bike as she reaches the finish line and another girl hugs her.

She looked as if she was smiling, but not expressing much happiness. Miles gives her a side hug and walks towards me. My eyes are fixed on her, and we make a small eye contact, but her friend pulls her away and takes her somewhere.

Miles gives her a small hug and walks towards me.

I could not help but burst into laughter when Miles said,'' We don't fucking talk about that; I let her win on purpose.''

''Yeah, yeah, the frustration on your face says something else'', I laughed.

''Did you know who she was?'' he asked, taking a deep breath and looking up.

''No, who was she?'' I said, feeling confused. She did not look like any girl I knew.

'' Ruth Danan, he said with a smirk.