Flor

Ready. Set. Go

ALEX
I'm in a car heading to Las Vegas. I need to make some drop tonight. We're passing trucks full of fake money into Arizona. Victor asked me to help with it and so here I fucking am. Flor's back at home. And I feel pathetic that I'm in a pissed off mood because I've been away from her for a few days already. Jaiden is in the passenger seat with me. Another one of Victor's goons. He's alright but definitely not like fucking Flor. I feel so bored with life at the fucking moment. We're stopping in Tonopah for the night at some hotel. I've been driving through the past couple of nights but I guess I have to sleep at some point. I don't tend to sleep much unless Flor is sleeping next to me. My car peels through the long empty roads heading down this desert ass state. Nevada. Flor was born here. That's all I can think of. Everything tends to remind me of her. I pull into the parking lot of the hotel. It's made of grey stones and the top half of the building is a light tan color. The roof is green and I can see the balconies to the room. "Damn do we get a balcony rich boy?" asks Jaiden. "I'd have you sleep outside if I could." I muttered. He shoots me a look. "You been away from her too long you cranky bitch." he says rolling his eyes as he opens the door to the car. "I preferred you when she was around and you were nicer." he remarks. Jesus. Even other people notice how I change when she's around.
FLOR
Alex has been gone for a few days. He's doing some ilegal shit like always. I'm bored out of my mind and I do the only thing I can think to do when I feel restless. Race. The sun has set and the darkening sky is a mixture of purples and pinks. I'm sitting in my hellcat outside the lanes on the dirt lot. I'm in a race against someone named Pookie. I want to laugh at the name because it's cute but I don't want to underestimate them. It's a pink muscle car. A subaru. They've got a good rep. I've seen them and they're fast but their turns are always sloppy. It slows them down a lot. The thing that makes me a good ass racer is my ability to do fast turns. They're always smooth and I don't overestimate or underestimate. Which is a hard thing to do when turns in a hellcat feel like turning a boat. I hadn't lost a race. I started racing shortly after I got my license. I had been out when someone was admiring my car. His name was Daniel. He had a charger and told me I should go to a race. I went to watch but then I decided to take one on. Just for fun. I never stopped after that. I make a good amount of money when I take these races. I'll be makinf 15k tonight if I win. It's dark out now and theirs lights surrounding the bleachers next to the lanes. The announcer is in her booth in the middle. Nobody knows I do this. It was like my secret. It made me feel like I had an escape. The intercom sounds introducing us. I pull into the path that leads to the starting line. The pink subaru pulls into the next lane. The windows are tinted, as are mine. I don't like looking at the people. I like to zone out and pretend everyone else is gone. The bleachers erupt with cheers. I feel adrenaline in my veins. I breathe out. I miss Alex. He doesn't even know I do this. I internally scoff. Imagine how that would go. Christian would probably give me shit for it considering it's not the safest thing in the world. But neither is money laundering. I see Daniel watching from the behind the scenes area. He runs these shows. He gives a thumbs up and I know he can't see me but he does it for me everytime before I race. I let myself relax. Be grounded Flor. I rev my engine and hear my car purr. It's like music to my ears. The countdown begins. Lovely. I feel a spike in my adrenaline. Breathe.

"Ready.. Set... Go."
I press my foot to the gas and hear the electrifying zoom of my car. The pink subaru treads right by me. I'm not going as fast I can. I always save that for the end. The subaru passes me and I leave my foot steady. The turn is coming. I let my foot go naturally like it's my second nature and ease into the turn, the subaru slows while it's turning, barely managing to make a tight turn. Now I'm where I want to be. I let my foot push into the gas and I watch as my car accelerates. The numbers climbing. I leave the subaru in my rearview and I exhale a sigh. I got it. My car almost feels like it has a real personality and it pulls eagerly past the finish line. Fuck I won. Didn't lose again. My car comes to a stop and I hear cheers as the announcer announces the winner. My body feels tingly and I'm on a high right now. Fuck yeah. Daniel runs over to my car and opens my door. His face beaming at me. He's got olive skin and dark brown hair. It's faded and he's got diamond earrings in. A slim gold chain on his collarbone. He has a sleeve full of tattoos on his arm. He's wearing a white tee with red shorts and white vans. "FLORECITAA." his voice beams. He dabs me up and pulls me into his body patting my back. Fuck winning feels good. I unbuckle my seatbelt and laugh with him. "You already fucking know my boy." I say with a smile painted on my face. The exhilaration I feel makes me forget about the negative feelings. I feel nothing but endorphins. I step out of my car and see it's beauty. The tires dirty of course and a slight dust on it. But the stadium like lights across the lanes make my car look sexy asf. I pull out my phone and snap pictures of my baby. "You just got 10k shordy." Daniel looks down at me smirking. He's taller than me and he's got an average build. "I knew I saw potential in you when I first met you. He brags exaggerating. I roll my eyes and smirk at him. "Yeah yeah. I appreciate it." I smack his back in a friendly matter. It is true. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be doing this. Daniel hands me my check and gives me a hug. "You heading out now?" he asks. "Yeah mannn. Christian will be back in town and he always checks on me. I gotta be home." I say. "Ahh, I see." His eyes trail over me and he licks his lips. He's never hit on me but I can see it on his eyes. He is pretty. But I was never interested. Given that I was never interested in anyone after Skyler up until Alex. "You did good. I'm proud of you." He says smiling. "I appreciate you D." I say. Keeping eye contact with him. He daps me up and I head back into my car. I pull out of the lanes back into the dirt lots. I just made 10k. Sheesh. If you had told ten year old me I's be here now. I wouldn't have believed you. I pull out of the property where Daniel always holds his shows. He has a good amount of money. He makes lots of profit off of this. He's also well respected in the racing community. He took me under his wing and since I haven't lost I also have a good rep. It's like I live two lives. I have a good rep for racing in one. And a good rep for being a part of a criminal organization in the other. I smirk to myself. I think I have power issues because I like that. I pull onto the long stretch of road that leads back into town to my apartment. It's dark and the moon shines down. The weekend plays on my radio. I'm bored. Already. I want Alex but noo he had to go do his illegal shit. Smh. Ten minutes later I pull into my parking spot outside my home. I change into sweats and a hoodie as soon as I'm inside because I'm fucking exhausted. I lay on the couch. A knock on my door. Christian's here. Jesus why is this mf making me get up did he lose his key. I reach the door and I open it. My face clashing with someone I would not expect to be here. Not tonight. Not this late. Not ever.
His blue eyes and his face sunken into a serious stature. His body giving a tall confident demeanor. One that was fake. It was Skyler.