The night was cold and silent, an after effect of the heavy downpour a few hours earlier. With the streets wet and glistening as the streetlights along the street shone on them. Not a single soul in sight.

  Every single light from the houses and apartments along has been put out long back as the occupants su- rrendered themselves to their peace- ful and lovely sleeps.

  From the distance, on the right, the angry roar of a motorbike could be heard speeding closer - disturbing the silent beauty of the night. As it got clo- ser, the black attired rider increased his speed after a quick look behind him.

  Just as he sped past and the accom- panying noise decreasingly died do- wn with his disappearance, multiple similar roaring sounds from a dis- tance away; the way he approached. Filling the night with their distur - bance. Without a doubt disturbing a lot of peaceful sleeps.

  As the former sped through an in - tersection ahead, two sets of black attired riders crossed him from his right. Causing him to swerve to his left with his eyes fierce and muscles tense. Before he could get away, a black van blocked him off. Extremely irritated and helpless, he could only stop abruptly.

  " Get out of my way!"A young mascu- line voice yelled as the helmet opened to reveal, as much as the limited ope - ning on the helmet could allow - a young strikingly handsome face with pale blue eyes, adorned with long blonde eyelashes.

  "Sorry little master," A middle aged stern-looking six feet tall man said professionally, not sounding and loo- king very apologetic as he got out of the van in a black suit. Followed by two other familiar faces in similar suits."but we're just following orders." He continued.

  " Whose?" the former asked, his anger evident as he took off his helmet. Wild blonde curls appearing as he did and framing his face. His eyes reddening in anger. Giving him a wildly attrac - tive and dangerous vibe. " My dad's or my brother's?"

  " Both, little master." The later replied, maintaining his professional tone.

  " Not interested, now move!" The for- mer snapped, seeming even more enraged at his reply, his eyes turning colder with his position back on - rea- dy to ride off.

  " I'm sorry little master, but we've been ordered to send you back home with us." A younger looking man with a long but faint scar on the left side of his face replied.

  The former rider referred to as 'little Master' let out a humourless chuckle. Shaking his head, he pointed around him at the men, his eyes darkening;

  " So many of you are here, which clearly shows me the old man, and my dumbass of a brother...." At that, the faces of those present changed briefly but instantly returned to their usual icy and composed looks. "knows too well I'm not going. So why bother? Tell them to get lost."

  Quickly moving his freshly - bought motorbike through an opening be - tween two unsuspecting riders, sur- ged forward.

  " Get him!"

  Just as the order was barked, he fou- nd himself surrounded again. More enraged now, he swang a fist at an approaching rider, catching him off guard and causing him to fall off his bike. His other fist landed on the face of another attacking him from be - hind. Now in full - fight mode, he swi- ftly swang his right leg off his bike, kicking another away from him with the action. Then fully on his feet, he didn't hold back, bringing forth his years of pent up anger and frustration towards his family.

  The scene was chaotic and bloody. At the beginning, the larger party tried to hold back, with him being their Masters second heir and just a teenager. But realising his skills and relentlessness, they had to forgo their restraints. A few were uncontrolled due to the embarassment and irrita- tion of being beaten by a teenager, even if he was nineteen. They just couldn't accept defeat and felt it nece- ssary to redeem themselves. Not long after, they heard the faint sound of the Police sirens blaring from a dis - stance - approaching. Someone had reported them!

  " Stop!" A familiar loud authoritative voice boomed, cutting through the chaotic atmosphere. Effectively resto - ring absolute silence and attentive - ness.

  Looking around with a mixture of emotions at some of his guards look - ing dishevelled and trying to hide the- ir pained expressions, a brief proud look crossed his face and was soon go- ne. His brows furrowed and his gaze instantly fell on his youngest son,who looked so mad and was bare barely controlling his anger.

  Just then two Police cars pulled to a stop beside them. Two corps getting out of each with stern faces. Before they could officially announce their presence with their renowned ins - tructions, their eyes caught sight of the prominent figure before them. His aura too powerful to be over looked.

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  "Mr. Kane Reef."A staut Corp with ave- rage height said with a nod in gree - ting, looking a bit surprised, but his tone was respectful. His colleagues, looking even more surprised followed suit.

  " Sorry Officers, " Kane Reef replied simply with a little respectful nod of his head. " Family matters. My son got a little out of control. I'll take care of everything."

  " Alright, Mr. Reef." A tall lean Corp said in understanding, the rest nod- ding along. Not long after, the cars le- ft. Leaving them alone once more.

  Turning his now icy eyes back to his son, he spoke in a low threatening voice ;

  " I gave you two choices, Michael. "

  " And I gave you my reply dad." The teenager replied back fearlessly. " I don't want the Business Course!"

  " What's the big deal in this? You have already gone through the first and se - cond years. Just finish with this final year and I won't bother you again. " Kane Reef said, his voice getting calmer as he spoke.

  A loud sarcastic laughter filled the now silent night from Michael- looking at his father with ridicule in his eyes.

  " Seriously dad, do you remember my birthday? " He asked." I'm no more a kid. "

  Hands in his pockets, Kane Reef kept quiet. His posture calm. But a storm was just beneath the surface;

  " Your School's Principal contacted me." He said, his displeasure dripping from his tone." You've stopped atten - ding classes."

  " I wasn't joking when I said I prefer Computer Science and Technology. Either that, or I quit!" Michael gritted out. Getting on his bike and getting it into readiness, he made a one - eighty degree turn into another direction.

  " Forgetting why you're here son? " Kane Reef said after him so he rode a little distance away.He watched as Michael's bike stopped, feeling a slight satisfactory, knowing he had achieved an effect.

  " No." Michael, with a straight back re- plied, not looking back." For punish - ment. I remember my father didn't approve of my dreams and plans and had to send me here to keep me from investigating and finding Stella. Using my will to study Computer Science and Technology as a front cover!"

  Having said that through his teeth, he rode away. Before he was out of earshot, he heard the words he had been expecting all along, which in - creased his anger and frustration ;

  " You keep insisting, and I'm cutting off your credit cards' supply. "

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  Three hours later at a night racing arena, two cars could be seen and heard revving as they waited impa - tiently in line for the familiar fairly - endowed attractive brown - skinned girl with the two flags to finish count - ing down. Her long legs looking lon - ger and more attractive in her mini sports shorts and six - inches high heels.

  The loud excited shouts from the spectators mixed with loud - crazy blaring music, alcohol and smoke created a more lively, wild and care - free atmosphere. With everyone ea - gerly waiting for the start of the most anticipated race with the highest bet ing rate; a shiny red sports car and a blue and black one.

  Knowing the racers, some specta - tors found it hard placing their bets, not sure who to support.Whilst others just went with whoever they were more familiar with, liked, or seemed more likely to win at the moment, judging by appearance.

  The moment the go-ahead was gi - ven, the two cars sped right past - the excitement in the air multiplying. A while later, the black and blue car ca- me to a winning stop with a large dis - tance between it and its opponent.The rider having exhibited surprising and unexpectedly crazy skills, leaving his opponent losing cowardly and pitifu - lly. Opening the door slowly and gra- cefully, Michael stepped out dressed in a full black leather with a matching black half - face mask.

  "What the hell is wrong with you, motherfucker?" Opening the door of his car, the opponent - Jonas asked angri- ly and got out, banging it behind him. He looked not much over twenty with a couple of gold and silver teeth, several dark tattoos covering most of his exposed skin. His eyes red from rage and excessive smoking, and most likely drugs.

  " Yeah.....what is wrong with him to - day? Had his heart broken by a slutty girlfriend?".A friend of his; Brentford. mostly referred to as 'Brent' retorted in anger. Siding with his friend. He was a shorter guy with red and blue recklessly died hair with fewer tatoos than his friend.

  "Watch your words."Micheal growled, his eyes dark and cold as he closed the door sharply behind him.

  " Or what? " Jonas challenged, advancing towards him angrily.

  He already never accept defeat, but losing so pitifully in such a cowardly manner in front of his friends, fans and girls was definitely unacceptable. He never knew the motherfucker had such dreadful skills. He had witnessed his other occasional races and had realised he was good. Causing him to set up this race to show him who rea- lly owned race. He didn't like that he was gaining as much fans and admi - ration as he was.

  At first, he wasn't really bothered as he was a hundred percent sure of himself that he wasn't his match. But after the last race, he realised a lot off his fans were either completely lean- ing towards his and the motherfucker's side, or were completely not supporting him anymore. It was then that he felt he just had to put an end to the nonsense. But he had never dreamt it would turn out this humilia- ting. But he wasn't going down with - out a fight and somehow redeeming his image.

  " Back off!" Michael warned, feeling his control slipping and his irritation and frustration bubbling over.

  " Who the hell do you you're talking to?" Brent retorted. Showing unwa - vering support. " Do you, this back - groundless - masked- suicidal moron, know who who you're talking........"

  Before he could complete his words, a heartless punch to his most valued 'prety' face sent him flying ba- ckwards unexpectedly and into a group of underdressed girls, previous sly siding and cheering for Jonas, stri- ving for his attention now looking at Michael with unhidden admiration.

  A loud mix of excited, shocked and angry cries filled the air. A moment later, Jonas charged at Michael, now completely out of control. But no soo- ner had he launched forward, he saw a second too late late ; a swift kick in his direction before he felt a intense pain in his chest then found himself flying quickly and landing roughly on the cold wet floor. Skidding smoothly further away and only stopping by a bright yellow sports car - Brent's.

  A short moment moment of silence and shock followed. Then the sound of a car raving loudly brought every one's turned heads and gazes, which were looking at Jonas on the wet floor returned to the surface. Only to see the shiny - new black and blue sports car sped off!