** REBEL SIMMONS POV **

"Angelo, quit staring at me." I said in a deadly tone as we continued to drive to the location. We've been driving for half an hour and Angelo has been constantly bombarding me with corny pick up lines the entire drive.

"I don't have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?" He said smiling.

"Actually, yes. Yes I do mind." I said through gritted teeth.

"If there wasn't gravity on Earth, I'd still fall for you." He said again as the twins began hysterically laughing in the backseat.

"I'd like to see you fall off the top of a building right about now." I spat. At first it was amusing, now it's just irritating.

"Do you know what my shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material. The finest in the world." He said gripping his crew neck and smiling at me. 

I silently ignored him, hoping we were almost to our destination.

"I'm not staring at you boobs, I'm staring at your heart." He said amused. I quickly jolted the steering wheel to the right then the left, causing him to hit his head on the window. The twins went flying in the back, Isa hitting the window and Natalia falling over.

"Fuck! Okay, okay I'm done!" He said rubbing his head. "Turn right." He said pointing to an underground parking structure.

We reached a security booth and I rolled my window down. The man inside the booth was intimidating. 6'3, a large scar on his cheek, tattoos covering his face and neck, and a scowl that would instill fear in the heart of any who dared to look directly in his eyes. 

Angelo gave him a quick nod and a smirk, before the intimidating mammoth opened the gate for us. As we drove further into the structure, the sound of electronic music in the distance began to fill the tension in the air.

Angelo directed me through the large corridors of the barren garage. We turned down a long tunnel to reveal a massive area with hundreds of custom cars. Woman were half naked as they danced on cars and pranced around in their heels as men circled them cheering loudly. As we slowly drove further into the area, I examined the cars that were parked throughout the garage. Some had their hoods popped open to display the boosted engines, while others were off in an open space doing burnouts or doughnuts. Towards the back of the open area was hundreds of black screens lining the wall.

I parked the car in the corner, away from the madness of the crowd. As I got out of the car, I heard cat calls and whistles from bystanders, but ignored them as I waited for the twins to get out of the car.

"Damon is working on the screens right now." Natalia said as she typed on her phone. "Let's go." Natalia beamed as she quickly walked through the crowd.

The stench of alcohol and smoke made me cover my nose as we walked through the belligerent crowd. As we neared closer, Natalia instantly turned around with a worried expression on her face.

"Let's, uh go somewhere else." She said nervously as she tried to pull me back from where we came. I stood my ground, and turned my head around to where she was looking, now realizing why she wanted to leave.

Dante was sitting in a chair in front of his bright red Ferrari 488. A brunette woman wearing a very revealing mini skirt and a white lace bra was sitting on his lap, her hands tangled in Dante's dirty blond hair. His hand was on her ass, and his other hand has a cigarette in it. Behind him was a woman sitting on the hood of his car, she was bent over and wrapping her tan slender arms around his neck and kissing his cheek, leaving a pink stain from her lipstick. Dante's eyes met mine, and his eyes slightly widened before looking at his siblings with a scowl.

A surge of anger flooded through me at the sight of the man who has invaded my thoughts surrounded by beautiful woman. The man who stole my first intimate experience, parading around like he couldn't give a flying fuck. I was disgusted, more with myself than I was with him, that I allowed him to do such a thing.

"And who might this beautiful woman be?" A man sitting next to Dante asked. He was leaned back in his chair, sitting alone and away from the half naked women. He had brown wavy hair that was long on top and shorter on the sides. His neck, arms, and hands were completely covered with tattoos. His slightly upturned nose was pierced with a stud. His lips were upturned in a smirk, and his chiseled jaw was perfectly shaven. His muscles were massive, almost the size of Dante's, but slightly smaller. His light blue eyes were locked on mine. He was attractive, extremely attractive, but that was the last thing on my mind as I attempted to push my anger away.

"Nobody." Dante said coldly as he took a drag of his cigarette and looked at me, the two woman still all over him.

Fucking arrogant prick.

"I'm Rebel." I said defiantly as I looked at the blue eyed man. "And you are?" I said curiously.

"Stephan. Stephan DiRico." He said standing up and grabbing my petite hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and gently kissed the top. "Pleasure." He said as he smiled up at me. His scent of pine and oak filled my senses, as I looked at the delectable man in front of me.

"The pleasure is mine." I said as I smiled. I glanced over to Dante, and his hands were clenched into fists. His eyes were locked on us, completely ignoring the two woman who were attempting to gain his attention.

"Now tell me, how did such a gorgeous woman find herself at such a place as this?" He said curiously. His accent was subtle and his voice was like velvet.

"She came to race." Angelo said coldly as he walked up behind us.

"Is that so?" Stephan said, his eyes lighting up in amusement.

"No. She is not." Dante said as he rapidly pushed the two girls off of him. The woman on his lap went flying to the floor and was loudly cursing while the one behind him fell onto the hood of his car. He quickly made his way over to me.

"Rather defensive over a 'nobody'." I spat as Dante gripped my arm roughly.

"If the lady wants to race, let her race. I'd love to see what she's capable of." Stephan said as he smiled at me. His teeth were brilliantly white and perfectly straight. "We could even place a little wager on the race, you know, make it even more exciting." He said as he raised his eyebrow.

"I said she is not racing." Dante growled as he got in Stephan's face. Stephan was a few inches shorter than Dante, and looked up at his face somewhat amused.

"Don, if the woman wants to race. Let her race." Stephan said calmly.

"Do not disrespect my orders. You may be my Capo, but don't think I won't hesitate to kill you for your disobedience. Homecoming or not." Dante said dangerously slow.

Stephan shrugged and threw his hands up in surrender.

"I came here to race, and that's exactly what I'll do." I said coldly as Dante turned around to face me.

"Good. You'll be racing against me. If I win, I get to take you on a date." Stephan said smirking. "Race starts in 10, bellissima. Don't keep me waiting." He said smoothly as he winked at me. He held my gaze for a moment as he took a few step backwards, before fully turning around and heading towards a cluster of cars. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dante growled as he once again roughly gripped my arm. I pulled it out of his intense embrace and rubbed my arm, already feeling the bruise forming on my bicep.

"I invited her." Angelo said, stepping in between us.

"Does it look like she can race? She can barely do anything! What the fuck makes you think she could handle this?" Dante yelled as he got in Angelos face.

I walked away before I said or did something that I'd regret. My hands were balled into fists, my palms bleeding with the amount of force. I hated him. I fucking hated Dante Vino. That arrogant, judgmental, inconsiderate, temperamental, irritating, demeaning, idiotic asshole.

I walked through the crowd, ignoring the high volume discussion between Angelo and Dante and reached my car. I got in, and started my engine. The engine roared to life, and the crowd around me started to cheer and clear a path for me.

A knock on my window brought me out of my thoughts of killing Dante, and I was relieved to see Natalia, Isa, and Damon standing there.

"Rebel, I'm sorry for my brother he's-" Natalia started, her eyebrows furrowed as worry was clear in her expression. 

"A fucking idiot? Yeah I know." I said completing her sentence and scowling.

"Here, plug this into your dashboard." Damon said as he handed me a microchip. I installed it quickly, and a light blue 3-D GPS appeared on my screen.

"It's a 3 mile race through the city, ending back here. The GPS will show you the proper route. If you have cops on your tail, lose them before coming back. First one in the garage wins." He said as he handed me an earpiece.

"Use this to talk to us. The twins and I will be on the other line. Everyone here will be able to hear and see you," He said as he stuck a micro-camera at the top of the windshield and tapped it twice. "So please try your best to behave." He said smirked.

"No promises." I said as I eyed the camera.

"Be careful. Stephan is the second best racer in the country." Isa explained.

"Who's the first?" I asked curiously.

"Our idiot older brother." Natalia said with an annoyed tone and a sympathetic smile.

"Figures." I said rolling my eyes.

"Stephan's driving style is reckless. He's extremely skilled, especially with your little wager, he'd do anything to win. So be careful." Damon explained as he held up his laptop with one hand, and typed with the other.

"Is he so desperate that he usually races for dates?" I asked as I put the earpiece in my ear.

"No, he usually races for cars or millions. This is the first time anyone has seen him wager a date." Damon explained as he walked over to the hood of my car and attached another camera. He tapped a key on his computer, and the screens at the back end of the garage ignited with life.

In the middle of the sea of screens were four larger screens, showing the inside view of the mine and Stephan's car and the exterior view. The screens surrounding them were street cameras which I assume Damon hacked into. My large face appeared on the screen next to a smirking Stephan's.

"We'll be watching the race from there. Good luck." Damon said as he placed a hand on my shoulder before walking away towards the screens. 

I drove to the starting line which was located in front of a large exit ramp leading up to the streets of Italy. The massive crowd surrounded our cars, their boisterous cheering echoing through the garage. Stephan's matte grey Audi R8 rolled up beside me, his window rolled down.

He looked over at me and smirked, his blue eyes meeting mine. He was attractive without even trying, his wavy hair slightly disorderly as pieces fell down his face.

"Are you excited for our date, bellissima?" He said cooly as he spoke over the crowd.

"We never discussed what I'll be getting when I win." I replied playfully as I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Amore, you already have a date with me. What more could you possibly want?" He said confidently as a smile stretched across his face. I looked at him for a moment before my eyes wandered to his car. It was a masterpiece. Completely custom, even down to the paint job. 

"How about your car?" I stated as I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. The crowd erupted in anticipation as they listened to the wager.

"Anything you want, bellissima." Stephan said as he winked at me, making the crowd go wild once again. I double checked my settings and mirrors as the race was about to begin. Anxiety coursed through me, making my palms sweat as I gripped the wheel tightly. Except this time, I was unsure if it was caused by the anticipation of the race, Stephan's irresistible charm, or the fact that a very angry looking Dante was glaring at me in my rearview mirror.