!smut, smoking, and alcohol use warning!
XENA'S POV CHAPTER EIGHT
"who's garage is this?" my voice came out in a low whisper, for only oikawa to hear. kuroo was crouched down on the opposite side of us, the prominent red color seeping out from his bomber jacket.
"i don't know, but i'm getting that BMW M5." he spoke back, not bothering to hold the chuckles that began to leak from his parted lips. he pointed towards the BMW M5, the car wrapped in a deep blue color.
"the keys are over on that rack but there's a security camera." kuroo spoke out his observations to the both of us. suddenly, a deafening bang pierced in the air, leaving a ringing feeling in both of my ears.
snapping my head in the direction the loud sound had come from, my vision shows oikawa holding a beretta m9 pistol in his right hand, a white smoke exuding in the air from the muzzle.
"not anymore!" he enthusiastically smiled as the security camera that was once held up in a corner was now on the floor. "that works," kuroo shrugged out, the three of us spectating the small garage that was filled with many racing cars.
"oh yeah, she's mine." kuroos hand glided around the side of a jet black porsche 178 boxster. the two of them continued observing the several racing cars.
"zee baby, pick one yourself." oikawa spoke out, seeing my anxious state. truth was, i wasn't sure if i was able to be apart of this, yeah i'm with the units now but i didn't want to intrude from anything or mess anything up. that was something i feared, "don't hold back now." kuroo taunted, still being drawn to the vehicles.
my eyes catching immediately on a mazda RX-7 in the far left corner, the silky white coating resting atop of it. "what a great choice, i knew she had good taste." kuroo seemed to be satisfied with my pick as my legs began to move towards the car that seemed to be pulling me directly to it.
my hands wandered up to the metal rack where all the keys that belonged to each car rested, grasping on three keys, one for each of us to our corresponding car.
"here," my hands now free from the keys, only holding onto the one to the car that now belonged to me. the three of us opening the drivers door, the garage door siding open as well.
"lets go!" kuroos loud voice echoed throughout the aroma of the walls. all three of us revving our engines from excitement. oikawa's arm was slugged on the outside of the window, dark inked sunglasses slid down his nose just perfectly.
the sunglasses complemented his entire face structure, and damn did he look incredibly attractive. he knew he did too, it was as if the confidence basically radiated off of his skin.
his appeal literally inebriated my lungs, his index finger and middle coming together. he lifted both fingers in a 'come here' motion, sending the signal my way in indication that we were now leaving.
"the fun only starts now." kuroo let out a throaty chuckle before leading ahead for us to follow him down the garage ramp.
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muffled laughter could be heard through the walls of the room that was marked down in bokuto's name, the three of us walking in without a warning to see kita, bokuto and suna all stretched out on the black leather couch that was shaped in an oval.
the slight fog coming from lit blunts that laid in between the crevices of their pale hands. "hey! where has my favorite team player been?" seeing bokuto in his high state caused a grin to spread across my lips, his hooded eyes and contagious smile stared back at me.
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Fanfic*mafia and street racer au* "i'd like some alone time with you." his voice lowered, making sure the only people who heard was the two of us. the only response next was a nod from me, he flashed a small smile, taking my hand to lead me away from the...
