Little Dark One

26 - dance with the dawn

Keira

Tommy pulled me through the dark garage, passing more luxury vehicles than I had ever seen in one place. He casually strode past a Maserati, then an Aston Martin, then a Bentley, and a Ferrari. Every single one was black. I'm beginning to see a pattern here.

"Why do you own a private dealership?" I muttered sarcastically, resorting to a defence mechanism I used frequently when I was outside my comfort zone.

"I have to keep up appearances." he smirked. 

He snatched a key off the wall and clicked the button on the fob. A sleek black mustang illuminated across the garage. 

"The Mustang? You've got to be joking." It was like a crystal hiding among 50 carat diamonds.

"What's wrong with the Mustang?" He raised a dark brow at me.

"I'm just surprised you chose the fuck boy car, that's all." I held in my smile, knowing it was a risky comment.

That comment awarded me the first full blown laugh I've ever heard from him. It was so infectious I couldn't help but join in, doubling with the echo in the garage. 

He turned and backed me into the side of a luxury SUV, his palms flattened against the side of the car as he boxed me in. He was so close I could feel his warmth radiating, but somehow he avoided touching me. He leaned into my ear and my breathing quickened along with my heart.

 "Do you think I'm a fuck boy?" He murmured, challenging me to back down. 

I met his smoldering eyes, accepting the challenge. "Depends how you drive." 

"Go pick a key off that wall and I'll show you exactly how I drive."  A devilish grin spread across his face.

Oh no. I'm in trouble.

He leaned back against the car and followed me with his eyes as I walked back to the all the keys hanging on the wall. I trailed my fingers over them and went with one of the only logos I recognized. I turned and tossed him the key with no warning, but of course, he caught it effortlessly. He clicked and a sleek, black Ferrari lit up. I couldn't hide the satisfied grin that broke over my features as we walked up to the car and he opened my door. 

"Good choice." He praised as he slid in next to me. I had a feeling good choice actually meant bad choice, and I was going to instantly regret that choice. 

I was right. 

Tommy raced the car effortlessly out of the underground garage and tore down the deserted LA streets. He kept that devilish smirk plastered on his gorgeous face the entire time, as my irregular breathing and soft gasps egged him on. He slowed to a normal pace as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and handing it to me. I stared back at him in complete confusion. 

"Put in directions to Pacific Park." He ordered. 

His lunatic driving left my fingers shaking as I tried typing the location multiple times. Once I got it working I handed it back to him but she shook his head. 

"Just tell me how long it will take." 

"Um, it says 15 minutes." He just nodded and took his phone back, sliding it back into his pocket. 

It was exactly 6am when he pulled onto the barely populated highway.

"Ready, baby?" 

"Ready fo–" I was cut off by a roaring engine and cars blurring past like we entered light speed. I was too terrified to look out the window so I focused on Tommy's arm flexing as he expertly shifted the gears like it was Formula 1.