"Who's that over there?"
The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both.
"Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I scrunched...
the song for this chapter is "Snap Out Of It," by Arctic Monkeys :)
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Finley
"And...yeah, that's about it," I nodded as I finished my preposterous sounding but true story.
I kept my eyes on the floor for a minute or two, but when I heard no response from either of my best friends, they flicked up and gazed back and forth between them.
Their faces looked frozen, as though they couldn't move even if they tried, the only signs of life from either of them being the faint breaths that escaped their mouths.
"Guys?" I asked, laughing a bit out of nervousness, due to the fact that, for perhaps the first time, I couldn't tell what either of them was thinking.
Willa was the first one to break the silence. "I thought he was joking," she simply breathed out, causing my face to scrunch up in confusion.
"You thought who was joking?" I pried, not sure where she was going with this.
Her eyes snapped up to meet mine. "Grant. He, well...I don't know. One night we were hooking up, we were both pretty drunk, and afterward, we just talked for a while. We talked about what we wanted to do in life, and I asked if he had any other interests besides racing, and...he said he was also in the mafia. I was so drunk, and so was he, so I thought it was a joke, we both laughed about it...but, he was telling the truth?" She asked, looking at me.
What was harder to comprehend than the fact that Grant had drunkenly let it slip that he was in the mafia was the fact that Willa didn't look terrified by this revelation. She just looked confused.
I nodded at her slowly. "Yeah. They all are. Alex, Tommy, Grant...anyone that you've met that works with the races most likely works with the mafia as well," I explained, "believe me, I know that this sounds absolutely batshit crazy, I didn't believe it at first either."
"And you...you're...a part of it?" Lars asked, clarifying what was so hard for any of us to come to terms with.
I pressed my lips together tightly and nodded. "Whether I want to be or not."
He nodded, but his eyes remained on the ground in front of him, leaning forward and propping his elbows upon his spread legs, clasping his hands together and pressing his index fingers against his lips.
I turned back to Willa to see how she was doing with all of this, but her expression only confused me even more.
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