FROM THE UNDERWORLD: QUEEN OF HELL.

CHAPTER 7.

                                          TIED TO CARS.  

SEPHORA'S POV. 

** Cola by Lana Del Rey. 

It's SATURDAYYY!
Not that I'm actually particularly happy about a day in my life but if you must know- I'm going out to buy the Dodge Challenger SRT Demon HellCat! And that's not it. Weirdly enough, last night I got sent a special invite to one of the craziest Underground Car Meets. I don't know much about the meets or how the invite reached me it could be that everyone around here just gets them- somehow?
I don't care though, I'm ready to go, of course mother dearest has no idea & isn't going to be aware of anything.

I haven't really stepped out of the house since Wednesday, sad right? I know.
I spent the last 2 days wavering about and readying myself for College- which starts a day from now. I don't know how I'll be handling all those people but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

** Time: 09:00 am.

I'm in a goood mood this morning so I wake up and prepare a nice huge breakfast for my mother, being the perfect daughter- *wink wink. Also adding a little breakfast dessert for my mother dearest. Delicious!
After setting the large wooden crimson dinner table for 2 then shout for my mom, "Mom! Breakfast's Ready!"

"Coming, just give me a minute!" She shouts back in a jolly tone.

She comes down a few minutes later and we get down to it, my breakfast skills have to be the fucking best! All those palaces we stayed in taught me their BEST cooking skills from the best chefs. To sum it all up, there's nothing I'm not good at.

She looks at me smiling, "Someone seems to be in a good mood today?" She sips down her apple juice ever so elegantly, "what's this all about?"

Seriously? No appreciation around this house, gosh.
I keep a smile on my face though, mentally rolling my eyes, "Well nothing mom just a daughter that wanted to make breakfast for her mother dearest."

She eyes me suspiciously, 'keep eating Sephy' my subconscious reminds me to keep it cool.
"Well thank you my angel, it's amazing," She claps her hands happily.
Perfecto!
We eat everything then both of us clean the kitchen up, "Hey mom, please drop me by the Dodge car dealership when you head for work?" I ask her, before I forget.

She grins, "Alright, which car did you get this time?"
"A HellCat, exclusive Plum Crazy Purple for the color," I shrug.

"A HellCat? Well that's an interesting choice," She nods, "I'm leaving for work at 12 in the afternoon, be ready by then." 

I shout thanks back at my mom and head upstairs to my room to get ready, you'd swear I'm on Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah's balls for the best car collection. Ever since he  personally showed me his car collection, I've been working on topping it. Can't wait to rub it him and his sons face.

Currently here in LA, I have 50 of my cars. Super sport, luxury, you name it.
The rest of my collection being scattered around the world in the differents lands, states and houses we own. In total- I have about 4000 cars including the one I'm getting today.
As for my mother's car collection? Let's not even get started on it. That woman is something else, they're probably even more than Hassanal's own.

I was born into this life. I'm made for this life of cars and I love it. I'm tied to cars.

I sometimes wonder, if my mother wasn't into the life of cars.. where would we be? Would my life have been more boring? Yep, absolutely. Probably even more depressing.