↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕 ー 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚

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Save for the occasional honk, the roads are seemingly calm and everyone is abiding by the rules. All except for two hypercars which are weaving between vehicles and barrelling along the lanes at increasingly high speeds.

Kaden launches his Bugatti ahead and overtakes the SSC Tuatara, smirking as the black and grey becomes a blob in the rear view mirror. He's comfortable in the leather seat. So much power at his fingertips, such ferocity each time he presses on the gas.

Last time he was behind the wheel everything went horrifically wrong. He lost control, he wrecked his car, he almost died. Bullets can only chip away at the exterior. He's in control and he won't make the same mistakes again.

A blur flies past. The telltale roar signals Grayson has overtaken him and shot down the middle lane. He's smug as he takes the lead. It's to be expected since he hasn't had a day away from being behind the wheel.

His smirk vanishes when black and orange speeds past him. The Bugatti Chiron Super Sport weaves smoothly between trucks and flies down the upcoming exit. Grayson floors the gas and catches up to him with ease.

Side by side, they both grin.

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Steam fills the bathroom. It rises from the shower and fogs the glass, leaving the man behind it a blurry silhouette. The door is opened and Sierra struts in, leaning against the sinks. She squints thoughtfully at the outline of the man on the other side.

"I want it to be big."

Grayson peers down at himself. "I mean it's pretty big."

"I want it to be bigger." She gestures with her hands, not that he can see her clearly.

He nods to himself, determination lacing his voice when he answers, "I can make it bigger."

"I want it to wow me."

"It's wowed you before."

"I want people to look at it and go..." Sierra gasps dramatically. "Yes."

In comes the puzzled face. "Who else is looking at it?"

"Everyone. We can start with a few hundred to begin with, mostly exclusives and VIPs, you know. But like I said I want it to be big. In time we can expand."

She taps her nails against the sinks. The shower is cut off and he emerges from the clouds of steam, a towel hung low around his hips. She cracks a smile at his chest. It healed well.

"You've lost me." He stands to her left, wiping the mirror so he can view his reflection.

"The club. Opening night."

"Oh, that." He sleeks his hair back.

"What did you think I was talking about?"

"Well..." He glances down at himself. She presses her lips into a thin line, containing the laugh that desperately wants to escape. "I didn't lie."

Sierra bows her head and silently wanders out of the en-suite, fingertips rubbing the creases from her face.

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