18 year old Dior Maria Salvator was born into mob royalty, she was an assassin . This fact was in her veins, she had been raised for this. Though she kept it secret, she had a normal-ish life. She went to high school had many friends she was a norm...
Every year I have went to this race, it was a fundraiser thing. My dad had always been the one driving but ever since I was 16, I have been the one driving. It happens every September , for "breast cancer awareness". My brother would have been the one driving but he is not the heir to the 'thrown' as my father calls it. Today was the day that it starts, its a 2-3 day long thing.
"Dior, are you ready to go?" My mother shouted to me from downstairs. My parents and my brother always called me Maria, it bothered me when I was younger but now it doesn't. As much. "Yeah i'll be down in a moment." I yelled back.
This wasn't anything to crazy. It happens at 7:30 and last till mid night. Some of the biggest mafias are here. They do business here, but make it look more 'under cover'. The main part happens on an abandoned highway. The races start at 8:00. Currently it was 7:00.
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This was what I chose for the event. Simple and comfortable and I made sure I could drive and stand for a while. I ran downstairs with the second call of my name. Hopped in the car I would be racing with and followed the car my dad is in with the rest of the family.
Finally after 15 minutes of driving we get there. Its a big event. A big tent looking thing and then the highway not to far from it. It looked nice, it felt different this year. But nothing has changed. I get out of the car and greet my father. "Are you ready Dior?" He asked while slowly walking towards other men. "Sure am, papa." I replied. He nodded. "Go make sure your car is all set, and start heading towards the start line. And when your done come to me and talk to the others." He said. I nodded and walked away.
Opening the car's hood i made sure everything was good. I checked my oil and stuff, made sure everything was in line. Next I wanted to check my gas but Josh Garcia had other plans. "Hello there Ms.Salvator." He cheered. "Garcia. " I gave him a pleasant smile. This kid was more annoying than my brother. "You ready to lose." There it is, that snotty attitude. "Thats what you said last year." He chuckled. He was always like that, spoiled rotten and got what he wanted. "I went easy on you, you know since it was your first year." I rolled my eyes and shooed him away. "It was nice talking to you too Maria." He said with a smirk.
At this point I was in my car so I revved my engine which scared him. Pussy. I checked the rest of my car and walked over to my father who was talking to Mr.Diaz. "Ah Maria, you checked your car?" My dad asked. "Yes, and everything looks great, I'm ready to win." I said with a cheery tone. "How have you been Mr.Diaz?" I asked. "Good thank you doll, what about you." He said giving me a kiss on the cheek. I did the same and responded, "I've been good, how is your wife?" But before he could reply a man started talking.
"Who is ready for this years race!?" He shouted into a mike. Everyone cheered. This was my signal to start heading to my car. My dad wished me good luck and so did Mr.Diaz. You see the Diaz's are powerful. Especially their son. Aries Diaz, the first most powerful mob in Italy. And he was hot. Not as good looking as me though, obvi!
I got into the car and started up the engine, and put my seatbelt on. I looked who was going to be next to me. There are five cars, the two next to me where Aries himself, and a guy named Tony Pinto. He was like 30 which isn't odd but still. Usually there are never many girls in these races, the last time i saw a women in a race car was 8 years ago. Damn, i feel old.
