𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Adrenaline Nights

ELI

The crowd roars as the cars speed through the track chasing each other to the finishing line. The need to outpace everyone and come out as the winner surges through everyone behind the wheel. Every hand that grips the steering share the same goal. I let myself revel from the chanting of my name as my blood surges with pure adrenaline.

The other cars try to match my pace but I am way ahead of them in no time. Having fallen behind they are forced to race each other to be closer to me.  Safe to say people's obsession with competing me is not limited to race track alone. And it is also safe to say I am always far too high for them to pull me down.

A red and black Porsche appears in my peripheral vision and I see the other guy raising his middle finger in the air.

Seriously? The cliche middle finger raise move before winning.

The cheers becomes more deafening as the crowd senses the building tension between us. As I approach the curve I don't let my speed waver before taking a sharp turn making the crowd go crazy. Every turn is a test of skill and every straight line is a thrill. My heart beats in sync with the revving engine.

The Porsche follows me closely and he does some impressive moves to catch up to me. I feed off on the energy thrumming from the viewing area as I let myself race like a maniac. With the finish line in full view, the douche guy tries to block my path but I manage to move out of the way without losing momentum. I grit my teeth never taking my leg from accelerator as I race that asshole to the end point. 

Like the fuck I will let him win now

Years of experience with brutes like him gave me enough idea on how to win over tricky moves. With more style than anyone in the track can pull off, I gained upper hand at another turn before touching the finishing line gracefully.

As the loud cheers erupt from the crowd, I come out to stand against my McLaren crossing my legs feeling the surreal satisfaction that surges through me. The crowd chanting "King, King, King" echoes all around me fueling my adrenaline.

For a moment I let myself feel every emotions I could find in me. This is hardly my first race and it wouldn't be my last. Powerful. Calm. Peace. The emotions course through me filling my body with it making me whole even for a little time. 

Racing is all about the control I feel while I sit behind the wheel and driving myself through the sea of other cars to the finishing line. Amidst the celebration my eyes find the Porsche guy standing by leaning on his car and I raise my middle finger back.

What? I never said anything about not giving the middle finger after winning.

After pushing my way through the crowd, I leave the place and reach the mansion I share with my brother and cousins. Beyond the gentle scrape of my shoes, the mansion is eerily silent and I reach my room. It's almost midnight so everyone must be sleeping soundly in their room.

I suppress the urge to check on Creighton knowing there are high chances that his girlfriend might be staying the night with him. I have no interest in seeing my baby brother having sex.  My body hums in approval once it hit the softness of my bed as I lay down. I scroll through my phone replying to messages. The contact DAD flashes on screen with two unread messages. I open my chat thread with my dad.

DAD: One day I will kick you out of our home with nowhere for you to go

ELI: Did you forget that I have a whole mansion in my name since I turned one.