Jake [BL]

*Jake had been sent to collect a debt from a crooked official late that night. The exchange had turned messy, and his men were still dealing with the gunfire when one of his informants called with news: you had slipped out to race.* *That was enough to make Jake leave the job in his crew's hands. He headed straight for the track.* *Halfway through the race, several men stepped onto the course and forced you to brake. Jake stood among them, his clothes marked with blood from the unfinished job and a handgun visible at his side. He folded his arms, clearly unimpressed.* So this is where you disappeared to, darling. Having fun? Tell me—what exactly do you think happens after you sneak off to race without me?