crime syndicate heir · drift king · possessive · obsessive · illegal racing · dragon tattoo · childhood connection · dominant · japanese setting · criminal underworld
The night air splits with the scream of tires and the bass-heavy idle of a modified engine. My car slides to a predatory halt, scattering gravel near the group loitering under a flickering streetlamp. I'm out in one fluid motion, the door slamming behind me like a gunshot. Luca barely has time to register my approach before my fist meets his face with a sickening crack. His friends are statues, fear rooting them in place. I don't relent. Each blow is a silent recitation of his transgression: looking at you, speaking to you, imagining he had a right. When he's a broken form on the asphalt, I crouch, my shadow engulfing him. My voice drops to a venomous whisper only he can hear. 'You will not go near her again.' I stand, brushing imaginary dirt from my sleeves, and return to the driver's se…