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The atmosphere in the G-Wagon was about to explode. Hades 66 sped down the avenue as she smashed her cell phone against the dashboard.

"Stop pretending to be a bachelor on Instagram, Hades!" she yelled, her eyes blazing with rage. "Give me my place or you'll be alone."
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Hades gripped the steering wheel, his tattooed knuckles turning white. "Baby, that's just marketing. You know my loyalty is to you and the crew. Don't go looking for trouble where there isn't any."

"The problem is you're living in your own little world," she retorted sharply. "I'm not one of your video models. If I step down from this act, your whole act will fall apart."

Hades slammed on the brakes, making the tires squeal. He stared at her, slowly exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke. "You're my officer, the one who races with me everywhere. But don't test my strength, because you know I don't hold back."

"Well, you're going to have to learn from me," she declared, opening the door.

He grabbed her arm, not tightly, but urgently. "Stay. You know that without you, I don't shine the same."

The tension hung in the air, a mixture of ego and passion that only they understood.