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“I love you,” Titan said before he hung up the phone on Reagan. He had a wide smile on his face. It was a good night. The two of them had been racing all night, and it was always a better time when they won. He was a little disappointed when Reagan said she had to leave him and the rest of the crew while they went out and decided to have a good time afterwards, but he knew that there will be other times, too. “C’mon, let’s go get some drinks,” one of their friends suggested, clapping Titan on the shoulder. He laughed and followed them to the nearest bar. By the time they reached the bar, it was packed and everyone was having a good time. Titan was talking loudly over the music to one of the members. This was one of those times where he didn’t want to talk shop, but there was already a big job that was coming up that did need to be talked about. After a few moments, he felt his phone buzzing and he looked down to see his girlfriend’s name. Smiling, he picked it up. “Hey, baby. You missed me that much, huh?” But what he heard on the other side was not what he was expecting and it immediately wiped the smile off his face. “Jus-just stay right there, I’ll come to you as fast as I can. Keep talking to me.” 

Without an explanation to everyone else, he got up and ran out. Immediately, he got to his car and started driving as fast as he can. Reagan had been in an accident. His mind was racing, he was still trying to keep her talking to him. From what it sounded like, it was bad. “Everything is going to be alright, Reagan. I promise.” Titan was definitely speeding. More than he should be in a residential area, but he didn’t care. He needed to get to Reagan as fast as possible. Soon, he saw her and her car, which was in too many pieces. Throwing his phone in the passenger seat, he ran out to her. The car was on its side and he could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest. When he saw her, he sighed in relief. “I’m gonna get you out of here.” Looking around, he saw the other car. He saw the guy getting out of it, looking like he was drunk out of his mind. Titan grew angry and was ready to run over to him and probably kill him, but hearing Reagan struggling in the car brought him back. “Are you able to do anything?” 

It had all happened so fast that Reagan hardly had anytime to react. She was a careful driver - she had to be when she did the kind of things she did. She was aware of everything going on around her, she had never gotten int an accident before - but this car came out of nowhere. It was the sound of her car being slammed into, the glass shattering, the loudest noise she had ever heard - and then it was silence. Her body was in a state of shock, and at first she thought she was okay. She was awake, she was alive, but she was frozen in place for a few moments too long. And then the pain hit her. It was worse than anything she had ever felt in her life, and when she tried to move, tried to get out of the car or adjust in some way, she couldn’t. Reagan was full on panicking at this point, and she did the first thing she could think of and fumbled around for her cell phone. Maybe she should have called 911, but instead she dialled Titan’s number in her panic. 

“Titan, I-I.. there was an accident,” she spat out when he answered the phone, too freaked out to be able to explain properly. She was hyperventilating and she could feel her cheeks were wet with tears, but she couldn’t really register that she was crying, she was still in so much shock. Her boyfriend’s words were comforting though, and she just hoped that as soon as he got there everything would be okay. He always made it feel like it would be. Reagan tried her best to calm her breathing, but every time she tried to move and realized she couldn’t, it only made her even more scared. It wasn’t long before he got there, and as soon as she saw TItan’s face she reached out for him. “No, I... I can’t move my leg,” she answered, her breathing getting rapid again. She could see blood, and she could feel horrible pain radiating from her hip down one of her legs, but it was like it wasn’t connected to her anymore when she tried to move it at all. She didn’t know if it was just shock, but she was scared, and she just wanted to get out of this car. “Help me out,” she cried, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. 

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It was a slow night at the club, Desiree had just finished a routine on the stage and was now watching the next girls on stage dance. It was the middle of the week and it was very common for the place to have just only a few stragglers at this time of night. She was even helping the bartender and waitresses with some of their work earlier. It wasn’t what she was supposed to be doing, she should’ve been trying to entertain some of these stragglers around the club, but she just needed a moment break. Five minutes wouldn’t hurt between the customers, especially when she was hell at talking to strangers. Her eyes scanned the room, she was smiling at her friends on the stage and slightly dancing along to the music while in her seat. Then her eyes grabbed attention to the man who’s there almost every night at one of the tables. Usually, even Desiree knows the regulars that come in, but he was one that they had never introduced to each other. He seemed more into losing money than the strippers in front of him. She couldn’t help but be a little intrigued by him. Very easily, the moment of thinking about him passed quickly as she saw one of the girls do a move that got some attention from everyone else and mentally congratulated her, knowing that she was nervous about her first time on the stage. 

Leo was surprisingly having a good winning night tonight, after a long streak of losing was finally behind him. He had just cleaned the other guys out and they had made the call that Leo himself always found hard to make, and left before they owed debts they couldn’t pay back. It was earlier than he normally went home, the sitter was there and the girls wouldn’t be up any time soon, so he decided to get another drink at the bar and enjoy himself for a little while. His eyes skimmed over the dancers on stage but he didn’t linger - he was never very interested in that part of the club. He ordered his usual at the bar, and while he was looking around, his eyes landed on someone he was familiar with. While Leo never usually paid much attention to the dancers, she was one who always caught his eye. He had never spoken to her, one of them always being busy with something else, but he figured now was his chance if there ever was one. Walking closer to her, he leaned against the bar beside where he was sitting. “Taking a break?” He asked with a small smile, nodding his head in the direction of the stage. He didn’t know what to say to her, or even what he wanted to say to her, but he found her interesting and wanted to take the opportunity to meet her while he was still in a good mood from his win. “Leo, by the way,” he introduced, keeping his eyes on her. “Can I get you a drink?” 

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Tonight wasn’t exactly what Hawk had hoped for when he was given his first job as part of the gang, but he wasn’t really in a position to complain. He was lucky they had even ended up letting him in - if lucky was the right word for it. It seemed like maybe it was the worst thing he could do to disappoint his mom and his brother in one fell swoop, but it just added to everything he had already been doing his whole life to disappoint them. He tried not to think about it too much though, bringing his attention back to the task at hand. His job was to stake out another member of the gang who was getting up to some suspicious activity. It seemed easy enough, but the first thing they had done when it was decided Hawk could be trusted enough to join, was make sure he was packing the proper firearms. The gun felt heavy where it was tucked into the back of his jeans, and he was hoping it wouldn’t have to make an appearance any time soon. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone on this job. Damaris was with him, who was the one person that had vouched for him to join when the others didn’t trust him because of who his brother is, but she didn’t seem too thrilled to be doing this with him. To be fair, neither was he. He was already anxious for more excitement than this. “You know where we’re going?” He asked her, tossing over his car keys so she could drive. He still had a lot to learn, and he had a feeling it’d be for the best if she took the reins tonight. And as annoyed at they both might be about it, he wasn’t here to make friends.

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“I think it speaks for itself,” he answered her, hands raised slightly in the air before he let them cross over his chest. “But you’ll don’t have to worry about it, I make sure the expectations I set for myself and everyone around me are always met.” Matthias decided to walk over to her, he was slow and calculating as he moved. Standing in front of where she sat, he still had his arms still crossed until he moved on to his hind legs to be eye level with the blonde. Logically, he knew that talking to her, especially with her father in the other room, was a bad idea. But given the situation, it was obvious that he didn’t like to care what was wrong or not. Maybe that was the reason he was looking at her the way he was right now, because she’s untouchable. Quickly glancing in the direction of the door he just came out of, Matthias looked back at Jasmine with a grin full of flirt and confidence. “But, I don’t mind proving myself to you.” 

Jasmine's gaze followed Matthias as he moved in front of her, giving up on pretending that her book was more interesting that he was at the moment. His tone confused her - her father was just in the other room, and after having a conversation with him, most would flee at their first opportunity. But that wasn’t what surprised her the most, it was that he seemed to be.. flirting? Most who know her dad wouldn’t even dare to look at her, and of all people, she especially didn’t expect Matthias to have the guts to. Clearing her throat quietly, she finally looked away from him after a moment too long. “I have better things to do than to wait around for that to happen, newbie,” she replied, eyes on her book again. She could pretend she didn’t care all she wanted, but she knew she’d be keeping an eye on him. “Just don’t get yourself killed,” she added on a moment later, nonchalantly.

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Lark was no stranger to a little bit of jail time, and when she was only locked up for a couple of months, it was nothing. She had only gotten herself 60 days this time, but with each repeat offence, she was told by the judge that next time, she wouldn’t get off so easy. Lark didn’t take that nearly as seriously as she should have, though. She was excited to be back to the gang now - the worst part about being locked up was not being able to race. She had to get herself back behind the wheel of a car immediately, she was going crazy without the adrenaline rushes, despite them being what got her thrown in there in the first place. She was never going to learn her lesson. Lark greeted the people she called her family with high fives and a couple of hugs here and there, grinning from ear to ear as she was welcomed back with open arms. This was why she could never leave the gang - they were the only people she had in this whole world, she wasn’t giving that up for anything. As she was catching up with everyone though, she spotted someone new in the room and her eyes narrowed. The blonde definitely hadn’t been here before Lark left, and it wasn’t a secret that she didn’t like any new additions to the gang. “Who’s she?” She asked to no one in particular, loud enough for the girl to hear, eyeing her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. They were about the same age, and she seemed mostly unthreatening, but Lark still wasn’t open to anyone new coming in and messing up the dynamic that was already in place here. Despite her immediate distaste, she also couldn’t help but notice immediately how cute the girl was. If she hadn’t been so thrown off by seeing her here, she might have lingered on that thought a little while longer.

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It was quiet as Matthias left the office, a smug smile forming on his face as he found himself getting his way once again. He just had to ignore the fact that it was because of who his father is- someone he wished he didn’t have to be associated with- instead of his charismatic charm, but he believed that he won over the boss before he even mentioned his name. It was dark in the room from the night time with a glow coming from a small lamp on the other side that he almost missed the other figure in the room. Looking behind him to see the door he just came through was completely closed, he turned back towards the daughter of the man he had basically just signed his life to. “I guess it’s safe to say that you’re sorta stuck with me for awhile,” he told her, breaking the silence. Leaning on the couch’s arm, he crossed his arms and let the smirk easily form on his face as he waited for her response. 

Jasmine would be lying if she said she wasn’t dying to know what was going on inside of her dad’s office, although it was a complete coincidence that she just happened to be sitting in the living room outside, reading a book. No one needed to know that she hadn’t flipped a page since she sat down there, trying her best to eavesdrop despite knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear a word from where she sat. When she heard the door open, she didn’t even look up, gaze glued to the page. That was until Matthias spoke first and she glanced up at her with only her eyes, acting as though he was interrupting her. “Is that going to be followed by a comment about how lucky I am?” She asked, an eyebrow raised. She hadn’t exactly been expecting her dad to give in, but she also didn’t show her surprise. She was always composed, her quick wit ready for anything. “I hope you’re as good at racing as you are at kissing ass.” Jasmine assumed that was the gist of what had gone on, since her father wasn’t easily convinced by anyone. And the people he usually chose to be in the gang weren’t exactly the kind of people she wanted to be around. She didn’t hate being in the gang, in fact she liked the sense of family - and racing was in her blood - but the violence she could do without. That was the one thing she disagreed with her father about, but she was smart enough not to vocalize it often. She had to be strategic in how she tried to keep the peace around here. However, when there was someone new, especially someone who was able to talk her dad into letting him in, it made her nervous.