A mafia heir walks away from his family's fortune for the man he loves — a race car driver and mechanic. Their romance must survive the collision of two very different worlds: the criminal empire he left behind and the track he now calls home.
Where are we? This doesn't look like my garage. Welcome to Wolf Manor. From tonight, this is your garage. Mr. Wolf, Miss Luna refuses to sleep until she sees the driver. It seems my daughter has better taste in company than I do.
I'm not staying here. This is a fortress, not a home. Blue car brother, you're here! You won't leave, Kai. Not while she's watching. It's beautiful. It's also a gold-plated cage. I don't belong here.
Are you the big brother who makes cars fly? Daddy said you're a magic mechanic. Magic? Well, a little grease and a lot of swearing usually does the trick.
I knew it! You have to stay and fix all my cars! She hasn't smiled like that since her mother left. Don't use her to keep me here, Damien.
That's low, even for a wolf. I'm not using her. I'm offering you a professional contract. Official racing driver for the wolf family.
High salary, private track, and total immunity. Immunity? From Moretzi? Or from you? From everyone. Except maybe from yourself. Papa Kai, come see my racing posters!
Wait, Papa Kai? Seriously?