Ivan's foot pressed hard on the accelerator, the engine roaring as the car tore down the empty coastal highway. The wind whipped through the open windows, carrying the smell of the ocean, salt, and gasoline. His hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white, as he pushed the car past the speed limit. Way past.
Thomas sat in the passenger seat, calm despite the chaos. He knew Ivan. Knew that when he hit these lows, there was only one place he would go: the beach.
"You know," Thomas began, his voice low and steady, "driving this fast might get you killed before you even make it to the water."
Ivan scoffed, not taking his eyes off the road. He took a slow drag from the blunt between his fingers, smoke swirling in the cabin as he exhaled. "Maybe that's the point," he muttered, the Russian accent heavy in his words, his tone slurred ever so slightly from the weed.
Thomas glanced at him, his eyes calm but sharp, like a man who had seen too many storms. "You always come here when you're like this. Always thinking the ocean's going to fix something or drown it out."
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Driven Down Under; Thomas and Ivan's beginnings
General FictionBegins the story with our two main characters Thomas and Ivan. Two partners in the mafia controlled by a man named Vincent. This story follows their life through to the beginning. Warnings: Mentions of suicide. Death. May contai...
