Alejandro's POV
"I think Mario will come. You know that bastard doesn't miss a chance whenever he hears that you're racing." Dean told me when we reached the garage where my car was being prepared for the race.
I chuckled and shook my head, taking a seat on one of the stools to watch my car. "Motherfūcker just can't accept the fact that he won't beat me. Not in this lifetime."
"Why did you take your wife, Al? What if one of them aims for her?" Dean asked, suddenly turning serious.
My face automatically darkened. "Who'd even dare? Not if they wish for death." A lazy smirk crept up my face. "As if they can beat me, Dean."
Dean moved his mouth with a shrug. He was about to respond when a call from his phone stopped him.
"Hello?" I watched my friend's face drop at whatever the other p
