CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Home Sweet Home

DAVE'S POV:

Here we are again. Sitting in my new Lamborghini Veneno. I traded in my BMW 5-series and used the money I had in the bank to buy the Veneno. It was smooth. It was only one day old.

My Veneno was metallic titanium black in color, and the interior of the car was black. It was the fastest car in the world. Veneno was Italian, a V12 engine, 751 horsepower, top speed of 356 km/h and also acceleration from 0-62 mp/h was 2.8 seconds.

Inside my Veneno was high-tech. And also heavily armed. I had a Colt 1911 under my seat, a Dan Wesson eight inch revolver and also bullets. There was a pump shotgun at the back of my trunk. At the back of my car was the words LIGHTNING, which was the name I had installed above the number plate. The roar of my V12 engine was fiercer and more powerful than a lion's.

Riding shotgun next to me was Cheymayne. She was driving a Maserati, another Italian car.

I drove to our house and stopped in front of the gate. It was just a two-storey semi-D house, and after two years of renovating it, it was finally done, styled by the best people I could find and furnished by a professional.

Twenty years ago, this house was our home, until the day... Well, I don't wanna go over specifics.

The automatic gate opened, all smooth and I drove in, parking at the porch.

We got out, my car door not swinging horizontally, but vertically. Did I mention my car was also voice-activated? Cheymayne unlocked the front door, and we went in.

It was paradise, or maybe heaven on earth.

The living room was worth the money we chipped in to pay.

There was a Sony flat screen TV, the best which cost us three thousand dollars was sitting comfortably on the wall, a Xbox 360 and PS3 in the cabinet under the TV and my I had one long L-shaped comfortable couch and an expensive armchair. The TV was also voice-activated.

The kitchen was magnificent, and well-done. I will enjoy cooking meals here.

Upstairs, I went into my new bedroom. A super soft, plush purple-draped bed. There was also a walk-in wardrobe that was as big as the wardrobes that movie stars had.

There was another addition. Four panels on the wall that were equipped with shotguns, SMGs, rifles and handguns. No RPG. On my bed was also a new posession; a brand new sapphire blue PS Vita Wifi-version, together with a few games such as Persona 4: Golden, Assassin's Creed: Liberation and Call of Duty: Black Ops. A small refridgerator to put my drinks nearby. I also had a TV in my room.

On to the bathroom. Inside was a big-ass bath tub that looks like a jacuzzi, and it was well designed. I have to admit, they did a great job.

There was another room. It was my music room. Inside was a piano, an electric guitar, an acoustic guitar and a drum set, together with all the necessary equipment needed. I didn't mention I loved music, did I, besides being a gamer and gun lover?

My clothes and my belongings were already in my bedroom. I washed my feet, went onto my bed and opened up my PS Vita.

You must be wondering, how much did the house cost? How come Cheymayne and I had that much money to spend that luxuriously? The answer is:

We had money in a few Italian banks. The total amount? Sixty million dollars in cash. Don't ask us why, but I had been keeping it quiet. The money I had in my old account, I transferred over to the Italian banks. My earnings from working in the CIA was also deposited.

Nothing but the good life after this. Oh, I almost forgot. Queen Elizabeth had a small present for me when I came back, and it was five hundred thousand dollars and also a brand new, BMW S1000RR bike that travelled 305 km/h. Not bad.

My luck was just rolling in.

~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys!

So in this chapter Dave is a wealthy guy, but he lives modestly, except for his vehicles! (:P)

I hope you guys are enjoying this series, and stay tuned if you want more content!

There will be more randomness, funny parts and also perverted parts coming soon!

Thanks again!