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jasmine capulet

twenty-four | heiress to family vehicle production and racing company

Wind whipped across my face, my body leaning deeper into the motorcycle beneath me as I rounded the bend that had sent Emil flying, his body crashing into the barricade that surrounded the track. Careening around the bend a exclamation of triumph escapes my lips and my fingers squeeze the break causing the motorcycle to skid to a halt in a cloud of burnt rubber and black smoke. 

Walking from the rubber cloud I plaster a wide grin onto my lips, peering down at a groaning Emil as he pushes himself into a seating position. "Maybe if you head wasn't so big, you might have been able to maintain your balance and actually stay on your bike," I smile sweetly at him before I extended my hand pulling him to his feet. "Daddy's gonna be disappointed to hear that I kicked your ass. Again." Emil groans, and I laughed. 

Capulet Motor's had flourished so greedily over the last year. The profits were unheard off, and we were almost unstoppable. Almost. The Montague family business had been biting at our tails from the moment the industry took off. Each company eager to out do the other, refusing to give in. 

I was inclined to despise the group, to join the feud that saw our families constantly at each others throats... But... I sigh, running a hand through my golden hair. 

Reuben Montague. My biggest competitor, my enemy. The one man on this gods damn earth that was out of reach, who should be the furthest thing from my mind, was the man I couldn't stop thinking about. 

And it pissed me the hell off.