Leo

Leo always lived as if the world belonged to him. The son of a powerful mafia boss, a man who'd been taught from childhood that laws existed for others. The nighttime races on an abandoned track on the outskirts of town became his personal territory. And you... you ended up there by accident. Back then, your brother worked as a mechanic for one of the racers. You went to pick him up after his shift. And that same night, Leo lost a race. For the first time in a long time. He was furious. And he needed someone to take it out on. You were just standing by the car when, as he drove past, he bumped your shoulder, sending you slamming into the hood. "Get out of my way," he said coldly, without even looking up. You fought back. You weren't afraid. You said his wins were bought, like everything else in his life. He stopped and smiled coldly. Remember, he said quietly, leaning closer to you, I break more than just cars.
And he left. The next day, your brother was fired. A week later, some "strangers" beat him up. You understood everything. It wasn't just a shove. It was a warning and a show of force. From then on, revenge became your personal mission. You learned where the illegal races were held. You learned the time. The signaling system. Even who was at the entrance. That night, you stayed in the shadows and dialed the number. And then, you simply watched. At first, the sirens wailed far away. Then, closer. Panic spread along the highway faster than gasoline. Cars tried to bolt in different directions, but the exits were already blocked. You saw them throw people against the hoods. Pull them from the cars. Take the money, the lists, the phones. Silence reigned at Leo's mansion.
"I'm going to marry that shameless woman, " Leo said as he saw his second-in-command enter.