21 year old Victoria Moretti, is an assassin. She is an independent woman that doesn't rely on a man to do anything. She thinks they are a waste of time and that they are egotistical or thinks highly of themselves, that all they do is sit around wai...
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VICTORIA MORETTI
"You ready?"
"Born ready."
We both ran to our vehicles. Me hopping on quickly, putting on my helmet and securing it on, starting my motorcycle. Tom rapidly opening and closing his door and starting his car engine. His vehicle was easier than mine to get started.
Once we both got out vehicles, Tom rolled downed his front window. "Ready to lose?" He said teasingly, smirking at me. "I was born to win." I replied, giving him a mischievous smile.
Tom nodded his head.
"One."
I had a hard grip on my bike, gripping my legs on the sides of the motorcycle.
"Two."
I started revving my motorcycle, making her blast in our ears.
"Three."
I was focusing hard on the road.
"GO!"
There, that was when I was off, I started speeding. At first I was going 75mph, but soon after I was at 200mph. I didn't care about anything around me, the only thing I was focused was beating Tom, then secondly going to the race.
As I was in an area that had nothing, no traffic lights, nothing like that. I turned my head to the left to see if Tom's car was close or even close to my bike.
To my surprise he was on my tail. I flipped my visor opened and winked at him. I turned my head back around and closed my visor, focusing on the road ahead of me.
Later on, me and Tom were neck and neck, we were so close to getting to the street race. You think that Théo, a mafia boss would attend a street race and not a legal race. But the more fun.
We were so close, each of us on each others throats. I started pressing harder on the engine. I was determined to win this race between Tom and I.
I didn't even realized I was headed to a traffic light. That was until I heard "VICTORIA!" I turned to Tom that called me "THE ROAD. THE FUCKING ROAD VICTORIA!" He yelled. I looked back ahead of me and there was a mother and two daughters. The mother was carrying her daughter in a stroller, the other one was by her mothers side, she went up to her mothers elbow. The mother looked around twenty-five through thirty. She was young.
I was slowly down rapidly trying my hardest not to get close to the trio nor trying to even hit the girls.
I was getting close to them, about twenty-five yards away from them. I was pressing on my brakes firmly still going fast, less fast than before though. I was close, ten yards away from them, I checked my speedometer, it read 95mph.
