Once upon a time, there was a mafia leader known for his ruthless leadership and ability to keep his operations running smoothly. But he had a weakness - his son. He had always been fascinated by motorcycles and the thrill of driving fast, loving to watch bikers control the power of their machines and the freedom that came with the open road.

In the dark underbelly of the city, the mafia sent his son on a mission to assassinate a man who couldn't pay his debt. The operations ran like clockwork, with every member knowing their place in the hierarchy and following orders without question.

Late at night, specifically at 1 am, he would always wake up to the noise of loud motorcycle engines. Looking out his window, he'd see the same biker - a wanted man with perpetually messy black hair and black eyes. The biker's bottom lip ring connected to his ear piercing with a chain glistened under the moonlight as he straddled his black Yamaha FZ25 bike, its powerful engine growling through the quiet night.

Fresh from completing an assassination mission, he had to run for his life. His gun had run out of ammo, leaving him defenseless as he fled through the dark streets. Suddenly, the familiar biker appeared, braking sharply to block his path.

"Need a ride?" came the voice behind the helmet, concealing the face. How could he say no when he was being chased by the killed man's family, armed with knives and seeking vengeance?