The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One-Hundred Eleven

The following morning, I looked outside to find that all the glass had been cleaned up and my Range Rover was towed away for forensics though I knew I'd likely not be seeing it again since I was going to have my cars taken away from me today.

Gang related issues were often treated with urgency here in New York so I suppose that I was likely on a short list that would soon come to an end.

Oh well I get to be an asshole for one more day.

Pouring coffee into a tumbler I made it how I wanted before I heard Aria on the stairs and turned around to find that she had wrapped herself in a robe and looked beyond tired with all of her dirty blonde hair held up in a messy bun.

"Morning Adrian," she yawns as she took out a mug and filled it with coffee, which when she began mixing turned into a light creamy brown colour that one might think was closer to melted milk and chocolate blended together.

"Good morning, Arianna, I'm planning to take a drive in my 458 you're free to join me if you want," I say picking up the tumbler on the counter and walking around it to the desk.

"I would love too but I am not Ferrari ready, I also have to leave since my mom made me promise I'd be back at the house by noon," Aria says crossing one arm to hold the robe closed while the other raised her mug to her lips, and the little chicken graphic on it made me laugh lightly as I'd plainly forgotten I owned such a cup.

"Okay, well I'll likely be out for a bit so feel free to make whatever you want," I say walking to the front door and slipped on shoes before stepping outside into the early morning air and looked around the street for what would likely be the last time.

I also didn't know if I was the only one who did this as I only used the tips of my toes to speedily go down my steps and over to the garage before putting in the code and watching as the black vinyl panels moved up into the ceiling. Crossing the floor towards my favourite Ferrari in this garage I opened the door and slipped into the car and started the engine which I could argue was one of the best sounding in my entire fleet of vehicles.

Slowly pulling out of the garage before I sped to the curb and stopped to check for people. When driving alone I was an asshole with how I drove, but with other people it was different. I drove how I was supposed to though that was most people, I just doubt anyone else was willing to do fifty in a thirty without regard to being pulled over.

The police in this city knew damn well anyone who drove how they pleased in an all-black vehicle was me.

And they can't catch me half the time.

The other half of the time by the time they catch up to me I'm driving responsibly and I have a good reason for how I drive. I'm just the person who is commonly warned as being impatient and that comes from being a think-do person not a consider-process-assess-do person like most of this overly pretentious city. I don't have shit to lose. I also learned very young you either do what you want or you think about it and watch it slip away.

I'd seen to many people lose the things or people they loved because of that. Over the years I slowly taught myself to let go of the hate I held for my father, I taught myself to let go of the pain and to learn from it. Now I was putting everything on the line and that was what scared me because at the end of the day I was the heir to Winters Group, and if I get put away for a really long time, I will get to see my parents company lose all the credibility that it held, and New York will learn about what I did at some point as certain criminals are let out.

I needed this drive, because in a few days time it would be when I'd be kissing all of my freedom goodbye when I'd be losing my house, and my cars. But those are material objects, my friends would have to see me go on trial, and my sister would have to know that her brother went to jail.