Daddy's Home!

Hugo hopped off his bike with a spring in his step, practically glowing with excitement as he stopped in front of the car repair shop.

His eyes sparkled with pure joy, like a kid about to unwrap the biggest gift on Christmas morning.

'Today's the day, baby!'

His thoughts were a chaotic mix of hype and relief.

'Finally, after all this time, I'm getting my car back. My beautiful, precious Benz. I haven't even had a chance to bond with her properly yet!'

The memory of the disaster that led him here flashed through his mind like a bad highlight reel.

It wasn't his fault—honestly, it wasn't.

How was he supposed to know that his former gang members would decide to pop up and turn his victory drive into a full blown action movie chase?

The screech of tires, the adrenaline-fueled sharp turns, and that one insanely close call where he narrowly avoided turning his car into modern art on someone's fence—yeah, totally not his fault!