Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫"
An illegal street race. That's where we found ourselves tonight.
Aydan and Nicolo had spoken with a few of the guys and invited us all to the race tonight. I've only been to a few, but they've all been in different places. Since the cops are continuously discovering out the locations, they usually switch it around.
I had parked my car further away from the area in case the cops were called and I needed to flee, so they wouldn't be able to take my licence plate if I had to leave my car.
I got out of my car and walked up to the crowd. The others were still on their way, so it was only me currently here.
The location for tonight was only a short drive from our small town, and it was a new area for me.
It appeared to be a deserted racetrack, ideal for a street race.
Locals, most of whom are college or high school students, gathered to gamble money on who would win, and some simply there for the thrill and excitement of it.
Walking over to the bleachers, placed just in front of the tracks, I took a seat on the first row at the front so when the others come we can go find some other seats.
Music was blasting from speakers, and people were conversing with one another.
When I looked around, I noticed that some men and women were preparing for a race. There were three rounds, each with a new person competing against the other.
"Stalking me, Ella?"
I was startled by the abrupt voice from beside me. Looking over to my right, I saw none other than Roman.
His black locks rested on top of his head, some cascading down his forehead, and he wore the same clothes I saw him in today. I smiled slightly as I stared into his mesmerising eyes.
"I think it's the other way round, Roman."
He turned away from me with a faint smirk on the corner of his plump lips.
"Are you racing?" I ask.
He nods his head once, and I glance at him with surprise.
"Really? Who are you competing with?"
Without glancing at me, he indicates with his finger for me to move closer to him. I scoot closer, our thighs almost touching, and I could smell his enticing scent.
I kept my attention on my shoes as he lowered his head down to my ear.
His cool breath hit the side of my neck, spreading shivers of heat through my body.
