"𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨" 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.
Every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation, and i found myself surrendering to the intense sensations cou...
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As we left the hotel, the atmosphere in the car was filled with a sense of tranquility. The engine purred softly, creating a soothing background melody to our journey. The once vibrant hues of the sky gave way to a blanket of stars, twinkling like diamonds in the night.
Although he still wore a hard expression, I couldn't help but notice how captivating he looked in that moment of anger.
The intensity in his eyes, the slight clench of his jaw, and the way his brows furrowed added an undeniable allure to his already striking features. It was as if his anger heightened his raw magnetism, drawing me in even more.
When we finally arrived at the secluded place, a sense of serenity enveloped us. The location seemed to be untouched by the chaos of the outside world.
The car pulled into a gravel driveway, surrounded by trees. The headlights illuminated a large metal door, built into the side of a hill. He was about to get down from the car but I held him back.
"W..where are you going Russo?" I inquired with a terrified look while my eyes unconsciously glanced around the dangerous looking place.
"I'm not leaving you Tesoro, hold on" he flashed me a small smile and got down before I could stop him again. I watched him from the car walking towards the door and all the while I prayed no mysterious gangster would pop out from nowhere and attack him, like they do in the movies.
He reached the shining metal door, and he used a keypad to open it. The door slid open, revealing a dimly lit tunnel. He got back in the car, and drove into the tunnel.
The walls were made of rough concrete, and the air was cool and damp. After several minutes, the tunnel ended in a large, brightly lit room. The room was filled with an assortment of race cars, motorcycles, and other vehicles.
It reminded me of the Motorsport sport venue back in Orlando. Is this his profession? I couldn't help but wonder. As we stepped out of the car, I felt a surge of vulnerability, prompting me to instinctively wrap my arm around his for safety and reassurance.
As we descended a winding staircase that led to where the race was happening, a chill ran down my spine.
We finally reached the bottom, the air was thick with the smell of gasoline and the distant roar of engines. I took a deep breath, and the excitement of the upcoming event fueled my adrenaline.
He turned to me with a serious look on his face.
"Don't leave my side, alright?" I nodded and he held my hand tighter
He led us through the underground corridors, the walls were lined with posters and photographs of different motor sport events and champions. The sound of engines grew louder as we reached a set of double doors.
He pushed opened the doors and the brightness of the racetrack flooded in, blinding us momentarily. We stepped into the open arena, the crowd cheering and the smell of burning rubber filled my nostrils.
