[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
— Alfred Pennyworth
A/N:
this chapter about to make y'all mad mad 😭
without glancing at the pov this chapter, make a guess as to what you think will happen!
some of you might be confused why this chapter needed to exist in the way it does, but i think you'll see it's important bc it helps you see certain things through certain eyes that are crucial to understanding where everyone stands rn!
as i always do and always will, i beg for comments 🥺🥺
enjoy! x
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Ten Minutes After the Events of 85 — The One With Daisies
Staring down at the papers before me, I study Vex's face—the thick black hair, the scar beneath his brown eye, the tattoo of a cross on his neck. His mugshot isn't becoming of him, but whose is?
I glean over his record again. Of the multiple arrests and fines for petty crimes—several for street racing, illegal mods on his car, a robbery or two—none of it is as serious as what I've asked of him, but I have faith that he'll pull through. He seems ambitious. Loyal. Intelligent. It's obvious to me that he'd like to move up the ranks within my hierarchy of men and Langley seems to trust him, which is always a good sign.
"Today's the day, yeah?" Speaking of, Langley's voice interrupts my thoughts and I barely lift my head to nod quickly at him in response, flipping the page to remind myself of where Vex originated.
"It should be any moment now," I assure him. "If it hasn't already been done."
Las Vegas.
"Did you make your decision?"
I decide that's enough, stacking the papers together to push them aside. Leaning back in my chair, I meet Langley's eyes as he seats himself across the desk from me. "Hm?" I hum in a question, a bit lost in my own thoughts.
