No Brakes

There are rules.

Don't race drunk.
Don't underestimate your opponent.
And whatever you do...

Don't fall for the people you've always called home.

It's a rule none of them ever planned on breaking.

The bikers claim the open roads.
The street racers own every corner.
Together, they're the kind of family built through loyalty instead of blood, held together by roaring engines, shared meals at impossible hours, sarcastic insults that somehow mean I love you, and the certainty that if one of them falls, the other three will be there before the bike or car stops moving.

Until the flirting stops being a joke.
The rivalry stops being just a race.
And every road they thought they knew starts leading somewhere completely different.

Some stories begin with once upon a time.

Theirs begins with...

"No helmets, no keys."

"I forgot both."

"...How-?"