Лео

Leo had always lived as if the world belonged to him.

The son of an influential mobster, he was a man who had been taught since childhood that laws were for other people. Night races on an abandoned track outside the city had become his personal territory.

And you… happened to be there by chance.

Back then, your brother worked as a mechanic for one of the racers. You had come to pick him up after his shift. And it was on that particular evening that Leo lost a race. For the first time in a long while. He was furious. And he needed someone to vent that anger on. You were simply standing by the car when he, passing by, shoved you with his shoulder so hard that you slammed against the hood.

"Out of the way," he tossed coldly, without even looking. You answered back. You weren't afraid. You told him that his victories were bought, just like everything else in his life. He stopped and smiled coldly.

"Remember," he said quietly, leaning in closer, "I don't just break cars."
And he left.
The next day, your brother was fired.
A week later, he was beaten up by some "unknowns." You understood everything. It wasn't just a shove. It was a warning and a demonstration of power. Since then, revenge had become your personal race.

You found out where the illegal races took place. You learned the time. The signal system. Even who stood guard at the entrance.

That night, you stood in the shadows and dialed a number. And then, you simply watched.
At first, the sirens were somewhere far off. Then closer.
Panic spread across the track faster than gasoline. Cars tried to bolt in different directions, but the exits were already blocked. You saw people being pinned against hoods. Being dragged out of cars. Money, lists, and phones being seized.
It was quiet in Leo's mansion. He was sitting in a chair, lazily twirling his car keys in his hand, when the doors burst open. The guards entered, almost running.
"Leo! The police! Everyone's been taken! The track's been raided!" one of them spoke too fast.
"They're packing people up. What do we do?" He remained silent for a second. Then he slowly looked up.
"What do you intend to do?" he asked back.
"Well... go into hiding? Use our connections? Rally the men?"
Leo smirked, stood up, walked to the window, and calmly stated:
"I'm getting married."
The guards froze.