Luca's Challenge

Chapter 14. Training time

I grip the steering wheel tightly, my fingers start to turn a yellow colour and my whole demeanour changes, Luca senses my change in personality but doesn't say anything.

Getting into this mode makes me focused, it changes me. I become more aggressive on the track, I'm ruthless and not timid around other competitors.

I use to be very timid and scared around others on a track but if you show them who is boss they will back down, all they need was a gently love tap to move out of the way, lucky I have never hurt anyone while racing.

Putting the engine in gear I realise this is a manual, that's good because that means I have more control over the speed and how high the revs go and when to change.

Pulling out of the driveway I line up in front of the weaving cones, some guy has a gun while Pete is holding a stopwatch.

I focus on the track, solely on the track, remembering where every cone, turn and twist is.

Looking at the guy I see he has a microphone in his hand counting down.

"Three!" He shouts.

"Two!" He yells.

"One!" He shouts again.

And the blearing noise of a shot sounded.

Smashing my foot on the excelerator I started good off the mark, one hand on the steering wheel while ones on the gear stick. I change gears as I weave in and out, flying through the track tyres screeching.

I feel light headed as I fly through the track, I hear Luca smash his head against the side of the door while I weave through the cones, I continue not bothering to ask if he is alright placing both hands on the steering focused on the finding line.

Within a few seconds I drive past the finish line and see Pete click the timer on his stopwatch down as he laughs. Rolling the car up to him slowly, so not tempted to run the bastard over I stop and pull the window down.

"Alexa!" He yells.

"What?" I say. I'm really not in the mood.

"You did......." He mumbles.

"Great!" He exclaims. I don't reply and simply sit there, my anger is bubbling right under my skin and a pin could come and pop me any minute now.

After this I did the quarter mile not even bothering to get my feed back from Pete, now I'm at the start line of his race track that is off road. He insisted that some of his other men should race against me, I didn't really have an opinion in this anyway.

His men laughed when he said that they'd be racing me, they fucken laughed. They won't be laughing when I kick their ass's, and it's also unfair because they have raced this track over and over again. None the less we are here now at the start line, me against 3 other cars.

"Lex, are you alright?" Luca asks hesitantly.

"Just peachy." I reply.

"Lex I don't know if this is good for you, you drive with so much anger." He says.

"I'm fine." I snap back.