Pressure

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Dior's PoV

"START"

I pressed on the gas. As hard as I possibly could. I was always a big adrenaline freak, I mean obviously look at my family. They raised me to be powerful and by the time I was six I was learning how to use a gun. I always thought my family was odd. And I knew it was. I mean a six year old shouldn't even be allowed near a stove let alone a gun. But that was besides the point. Right now I'm currently trying to over power Aries's car.

I can feel his eyes on me. I look in my rear view mirror and notice how close another car is to me. Shit. Its Garcia's car. If this mother fucker crashes into me I swear I will end him. I quickly swerved in front on Garcia's car when he tried to get past me. He kept trying and trying. Not going to lie, he was way to close at one point. Im almost there.

I press onto the gas as hard as possible. I could see the finish line. Suddenly Aries was way ahead of me. He pressed his booster thingy. Too early bitch. I smell another win. I pressed my booster and soon enough I was passing Aries and the finish line. I braked and parked the car, took off my seat belt and got out. There was a huge smile on my dads and brothers face. My mom was just smiling and clapping as where the rest. Aries car pulled up next to me and so did the rest a few seconds after. "Nice win, Salvator. It wont happen next year." He said to me. "We'll see about that." I smiled and walked over to my father and brother.

"You won Dior." My brother shouted. "No shit Sherlock." I yelled back. I hugged them both when I got to them. My mother came shortly after. "Good job dear." She gave me a warm smile. My mother never really wanted me to be involved in this type of stuff but she had no say in it. She had always been worried about me. "Ivan we have to go home she has school in the morning." She spoke. My father nodded.

"Alright Friday at 6:30 it is." He finished say to Mr.Diaz. What the fuck is this man planning now? They shook hands and parted their ways. "What's happening at 6:30 on Friday?" I asked. "We are hosting a dinner with the Diaz's on Friday. Its for some things we need to take care of." Oh dear. Whenever he 'needs to take care of something' with others he has some shit up his sleeve.

Its either murder or anything to do with business . We hoped into the car and drove home. My parents talked about the dinner and I just had my head phones in. On race nights like these I leave my car in the garage where the races are. We arrived home and I started getting ready to go to sleep.