The Mafia's Not So Fluffy Romance

Chapter 1

It was a fine day. The area was filled with a crowd that seemed to have its own life. The fans were cheering for their idols who were going to participate in the famous motorcycle race - 'The California daredevil race'. 

As the name suggested, the motorcycle race was truly one of the most dangerous races, taking away the lives of several expert motorcyclists. The prize for winning the race was so tempting that it attracted all the experts without thinking twice about risking their life. 

Weylin Turner under the pseudonym 'Rider' was waving his hand at his fans. He was seated on his motorcycle Yamaha YZF-R6. His long hair, which touched the base or his neck, was combed backwards while a few naughty locks fell on his forehead. His friend, Jace Smith stood beside him, chuckling at his friend's popularity. 

"Weylin, I know you want to impress your fans. So make sure you will win the race," Jace said, running his hand through his hair. "Be careful. You know how dangerous this race is."

"Hmm...is there any time where Rider lost the race?" Weylin snickered. "Don't worry. I won't die so soon. I still haven't found my Miss Right yet. And you already know that dying as a single is a sin."

"Man! I can never expect anything better from you," Jace laughed. 

Suddenly an announcement was made asking participants to get ready for the race. After an announcement for the participants, Weylin put on his helmet, preparing for the race. Giving a short nod to Jace, Weylin proceeded towards the track. 

As he was getting ready, his eyes fell on a racer with a Yamaha YZF-R3. A small frown appeared on his face as he saw that the racer's figure was a bit different from the male, more like a feminine figure. That person was dressed in black attire with blue stripes drawn from the tip of the shoulder up to the wrists and the gloves covered their hands, covering every inch of their skin. They wore a helmet, making it impossible to see their face. Since the race was only limited to male racers, he brushed off the thought, focusing on the race. 

Soon the race started, leaving the audience thrilled. The racers almost flew their bikes, taking sharp turns on the tracks. Within a few minutes, there appeared an area with a sharp turn at a cliff. Unable to change the direction, a racer fell straight into the cliff. The cliff was several feet deep and that area was known as the valley of death. Soon there appeared more and more spine-chilling challenges, taking away the lives of a few other racers. 

 After some time, it was seen that the racers were speeding towards the ending point. Weylin seemed to be in the leading position, causing his fans to scream in joy. But unfortunately, the situation didn't last long. Within a blink of an eye, a Yamaha YZF-R3 seemed to lead the race, leaving Weylin in the second position. 

Weylin Turner, who never lost a race, seemed to get irked by this. Increasing the acceleration, he took the first position as he moved towards the finishing line. Within the next moment, Yamaha YZF-R3 appeared beside him, moving in equal with him.

The thrilled audience was biting their nails, anticipating the situation. Both the racers were fighting for the first position. As they were about to touch the finishing line, Yamaha YZF-R3 crossed the line before Weylin, becoming the winner of the motorcycle race. 

Weylin Turner came second in the race. The man who never came second in anything couldn't stand still. He badly wanted to see the face that defeated him. Before he could go to that biker, the latter seemed to change their direction, going away from the racing ground. 

"Weyli-"

"Jace, receive the award instead of me," Weylin interrupted Jace, turning his direction, planning to follow the winner. 

"Where are you going!?" Jace shouted as Weylin already started to accelerate. 

Upon receiving no response, he stood there, watching his friend disappear from his sight. 

"This guy! I wonder what attracted his attention this time". Shaking his head, he headed back. 

Suddenly he noticed that the winner was absent from the place. Facepalming internally, Jace looked at the sky hopelessly. 

"God! This guy is out of control now. He even ditched his prize to find out who the winner is!" 

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The biker on Yamaha YZF-R3 drove to a quiet place, far away from the competition grounds. Stopping the motorcycle on the side of the cliff beside a tall tree, the biker removed the biker gloves. Meanwhile, Weylin hid behind a huge trunk of the tree, observing the biker's every action. 

Hah! What am I even doing here!? Stalking!? Clicking his tongue, Weylin continued peeping behind the tree trunk. 

Weylin's brows got knitted together, forming a frown when he saw a few other motorcycles appear out of nowhere, circling the winner.  

What's going on? Is that bastard also a gangster or what!? Don't tell me that he is being hunted by the bad guys! Should I save him?

Being in a dilemma, Weylin observed the scene. The other bikes continued to circle the biker as if they intended to threaten the winner. Assuming that the bikers might be the bad guys, Weylin decided to interfere. He was about to take a step when he suddenly halted. His eyeballs almost popped out while his jaws almost slacked upon witnessing the unexpected. 

The winner removed the helmet, letting down two long braids. She tucked back the few strands of hair that fell on her forehead. Her upturn, gentle eyes glared at the bikers who were still circling her. 

"Are you guys done?" She asked in a soft yet cold voice, stopping the bikes. 

"Yes, my lady." One of the bikers removed her helmet, laughing softly. 

"Garaine Jones, I knew you would win the race," another biker smiled, removing his helmet. "But I didn't expect you to defeat the famous 'Rider'."

"You guys should be grateful to me." Garaine Jones rolled her eyes. "If it weren't for that damn bet, I wouldn't have participated in this race."

"You cannot ignore the tempting prize, dear Garaine." One of her friends chuckled, getting off his bike. 

"Make sure I'll receive 80% of the prize money. You guys can share the remaining prize money as well as the award." Garaine seemed to have no interest in the award. 

"Why are you always like this? You should claim your award, girl!" The earlier girl huffed, almost smaking Garaine. 

"I only need the money to develop the orphanage. I don't need the other things." Garaine replied, taking a sip from the bottle that her friend offered. 

So she is a girl! Weylin exclaimed. She actually seems interesting. A lady biker, huh? 

Chuckling, he slowly slid his fingers in his pockets, taking out his phone. Without making any noise, he clicked a few pics of Garaine. Smirking, he took a glance at the winner before leaving the place. 

As he left, Garaine felt like she heard the noise of a motorcycle. Turning towards the direction of the sound, she didn't see anyone. 

Strange!? Am I hearing things now!? Garaine blinked confusingly. Tch...whatever, I want to return to England as soon as possible. 

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"Where did you go, brat!?" Jace Smith smacked Weylin as he returned. 

"Find everything about this woman," Weylin said, showing the picture of Garaine in his phone, ignoring the previous question. 

"Who is she?" Jace narrowed his eyes, trying to recall if he knew her.  

"Yamaha YZF-R3, the winner of the race."

"What!?" Jace's jaws slacked. "What do you mean by the winner? This race doesn't allow any females."

"She tricked others and participated as a male participant," the young man chuckled. "She is kinda interesting. As far as I saw, I think she wasn't even interested in the race. I want to know each and every detail about her."

"As you wish, young master." Jace chuckled upon seeing his friend being so enthusiastic for the first time in a while. Woah! Weylin is talking so much about a woman in a positive way. It seems that I need to check in depth about this woman. I wonder who this lady is!

"We need to fly back to Florida as soon as possible. Tomorrow, we are going to take over one of the most deadly mafia organisations- The Viper."

 Weylin's facial expressions grew dark while a devilish smirk appeared on his face.