Heart

Chapter Twenty-Two

Got the faster car
It zoom
- Travis Scott

+ D'Angelo +

I woke up, feeling the empty bed next to me. The crashing noise caused me to sit up quickly. I grabbed the gun off of the nightstand, before standing up. I slowly looked around the room, before the bathroom door swung open. Daytona walked out of the bathroom, a bunch of shit in her hands. She put it all in her suitcase, before I cleared my throat. She ignored me, continuing to pack up.

"Where are you going? We have another race." I questioned, before she glared at me.

"I'm leaving. I already won." She raised her brow at me, and I furrowed mine. She tossed me her phone, and I pressed play on the video. New footage coveraged the death of Ashley Miller, also known as Demira. She grabbed her phone from me, and stuffed it back in her pocket.

"But you can't. Then I'll have to wait for another plane. We started this together, we're going to finish it together." I glared at her, wanting to grab her by the hair and flip her over. The thoughts of my dick pressed up against her ass made me clench my jaw.

"No. I'm leaving." She gritted her teeth, pushing me to the side with her shoulder. She grabbed her computer from the couch, stuffing it in her duffle bag. I grabbed her wrist, and she turned to face me. Her jaw was clenched, and her hand was balled into a fist as I held it gently.

"Get your hands off of me." She spat, pulling her wrist out of my grasp. I watched as she packed her things, not even acknowledging me. She put her duffle bag on her shoulder, and she faced me.

"I can't believe I ever have trusted you. Whatever this weird friendship was, is over. I'm getting back to my life, and you're getting back to yours." Her voice held no room for arguments as she pulled up the handle to the suitcase. I stared at her, my mouth hung open. My heart was pounding as I watched her take steps towards the door.

"Daytona-" I tried to spit out, and she turned around, facing me.

"Goodbye, D'Angelo Austin." She opened the door, before shutting it. I listened to the door click shut, before it was fully processing what was happening in my head. I looked around the room, seeing the emptiness of it all. Only my things adorned this room, causing it to look bleak and boring.

+++

I pushed the clutch in, quickly shifting gears. My car pushed quicker, and I felt a smile creep onto my face as I gained speed on the purple M3. I pressed the button to the NOZ on my steering wheel, my car lurching forward once again. I pushed the clutch in, shifting into a higher gear, before watching my car cross the finish line. The flags were waved, and confetti popped.

"Your winner of the men's sleepless nights division is, all the way from New York City, the one, the only, Heart!" My chest was pounding from exictement and adrenaline. I got out of my car, my keys settling for the spot in my sweatpants. The kid in the M3 got out, and gave me a nod. I walked over to him, holding my hand out.

"Good race, kid." I spoke, looking at the young kid. He smiled gratefully, taking my hand and shaking it. He got into his white BMW M3, and drove away. I stood on the track, people screaming and cheering. I watched the trophy be placed in front of me, and I looked at the person next to me. The main coordinator of the event smiled widely, and came up next to me.

"Mr. Rameriz said congratulations. He said he will meet you at Flame." I raised my eyebrow at her, before putting the trophy in my car and my cheek in my pocket. I got into my car, putting the bar into my GPS. I started my drive, not wanting to take forever getting there. I had to meet Juan, put a tracker on him somehow, and then get out and go home.