Black Widow

Chapter 3

The Race

The sound of the engine roared through the street, shifting and vibrating as the vehicle sped through the night city. The dark night cloaked the identity of the person driving; giving her almost a supernatural vibe. Her eyes were sharp and daring, but hidden by the shadows. She was a mystery to the citizens of this city, able to call upon fear with just the presence of her jet black motorcycle.

Here, street racing was illegal and dangerous, yet she remained on top. She was the undisputed champion, racing around corners and taking risks no one else would dare to. She was fearless and instinctive, earning her the title;
"The Black Widow".

Tonight, however, she was urged by something deeper that made her blood run even faster. She could feel her heart racing against her chest as she heard another motor rev in the distance, drawing closer. She had heard of a powerful Mafia leader who wanted to reign supreme on the roads, and it seemed to be that he was challenging her directly.

The Black Widow accelerated through the night and felt a powerful force pushing her forward as the challenge got too hot and the stakes got too high. Soon, she could make out the majestic Bugatti Veyron owned by the Mafia boss, a car that only the most wealthy could have. He had wagered two of these exquisite cars, his own motorcycle and the biggest stake – to see The Black Widow's face.

The roar of the engine and the extensively loud cheering of the crowd pumped Catanya even more, she could feel the blood running colder and faster through her veins, her heart skipping 9 beats at once.
As obvious as it may have seemed – Catanya was leading, Antonio's heart beat faster, due to the shame.

He imagined himself losing - losing?
That word drove him crazy, fucking crazy.
Humiliated, yet embarrassed he still kept pushing on the pedal, the motorcycle roaring so hard it may blow up any second, of course, he didn't care, it's Antonio, he would burn the city down if it meant that he'd showed the world how powerful he is.

"In a few minutes I'll go home with two new Bugatti's, a beautiful new baby, and as a cherry on top proving that motherfucker that I am and will always be the best" Catanya was overwhelmed with joy, she was confident that she will stay true to her title "The champion of the streets – The Black Widow"
Three miles until the end , the cheering got even louder and louder , it was so loud – I am convinced that atleast someone lost their hearing that night.

"DRIVE CAT, DRIVE" Black Widows brother shouted from the top of his lungs.
Both of the drivers pushed one last time on the pedal and soon they arrived at the end, not well .
Antonio drove to fast which made him lose control over the bike, where he drove into the bushes.

"Idiot" Catanya giggled, and right after that she walked towards him and showed her palms,
"The keys"
She demanded, "how did you do that?" he was confused and rubbed his head, he grabbed in his pockets gave her the keys , but before she walked away , she opened the front part of her helmet , to show her eyes.

Antonio was baffled,  those blue eyes. He'd recognize them everywhere.
He instantly knew it was Catanya, his first true love, the girl he promised to stay a kiss-virgin for, well that's what they called it atleast.
Little did he know, she recognized him the moment she saw him, so would showed her eyes either way.

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