Burning me

Chapter one - Prologue

Venera

I rested my elbow on the window sill of the car and puffed from my cig, looking up front. I checked my fingerless gloves I wore and pulled them higher up my wrist, brushing my hair from my shoulder right after.

I exhaled the toxic smoke of the cig before I threw it out the window and stared in the mirror at the crowd of people cheering for the race to start.

"You ready little girl?" My opponent, a fucker in a dark red 2015 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 NASA. Race car, but... couldn't say it had much horsepower.

I popped in my mouth a gum and faced him, with one hand over the wheel, the other in the hood of my car, lightly holding onto it. The girl wearing short ass skirt and crop top was just about to give the start as my eyes remained on the fucker.

His gaze kept bouncing between the road and me. I gave him my middle finger and a smirk when the start was given, immediately throttling the engine.

With my elbow out the window and my hair in the wind, I drove with as much speed possible to leave the fucker behind and give him a taste of my dust.

I raced past the cars which had nothing to do with the race, just people out in the night, managing to get my car unscratched out of it, which was a rarity.

My Audi R8 V10 Plus took me through a lot of races without scratches. This was my lucky babe.

I speeded up when I caught a glimpse of his car too close to me and before either of us could count it, the drifts were done, the obstacles were passed and I reached at the finish line first.

Cause I didn't loose.

I got out of the car and looked at the crowd cheering on me and being all this jolly. It kinda scared me, but who was I to judge their happiness?

I pulled out my cigs and leaned on the closed car door, lighting one up. I dipped my head back, closing my eyes to remain calm knowing the stuck up prick who asked for the race would want a rematch.

"Hey, puttana!" What did I say?

I puffed from my cig and tipped my chin back to look at the guy. He was walking here with his fists clenched and jaw throbbing with anger.

Jesus, this would give me a headache.

"What?" I asked crossing my arms as I inhaled more from the toxic smoke of the cig.

He stopped a few inches in front of me, glaring down like I just killed his mother. He had dark blue eyes and dirty blond hair, with strands fallen over his forehead. His high cheekbones and strongly shaped chin with short stubble stood out from his features. He was covered in sweat and he stank.

"You were supposed to lose." He stated angrily.

I frowned. "What the hell makes you think I lose?"

He growled, lowering to my face. "I want a rematch."

"Not happening." I blew out the smoke in his face, only for him to take a step back, still glaring at me. "Are you afraid you'll lose?"

I scoffed. "No, and you can ask anyone here to confirm it." I inhaled more of the cig before I blew out the smoke. "Learn how to drive and then ask me that question." I threw the cig on the ground and opened my car door, which was slammed closed by him.

I looked at him boredly, with slight irritation. "Hands off, amore, or I'll give you a reason to take 'em off my car." I kept my voice under control as amusement filled his gaze. "And what are you gonna do, little girl?"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the wrist of the hand which was on my car. I twisted it in my hold and forced his body to turn at command. He groaned, whining at the pain as I pushed him on his knees and held his arm up. "The little girl has power." I whispered in his ear before I applied pressure on his back with my leg and listened to his cry. I pushed him on the ground and opened the door to step inside, this time a victorious attempt.

I took off and speeded up on the road back home.

I'm sure you're asking, why didn't I take my money? Well, you see, I had no interest in the money. I just raced for the adrenaline rush and the fun of defeating others. Racing was like a hobby, but I considered it more of a passion. Plus, I made a deal with Franco, the one who organized the street races. He took the money, I raced.

Illegal was my life, races are the ones helping me go through life. This was me. My name was Venera Ysabel Rossetti and I was the princess of the Italian Mafia. My father, the leader, was Luciano Rossetti and my mother was Carolina Rossetti. I had an older brother who was the heir of the Mafia, and his name Lorenzo Samuel Rossetti.

I didn't just race because of the adrenaline, I also race because it distracted me from all the hate I received from my mother. Never knew why, but she had been hating my guts from the moment I was born. Lorenzo had the same painful experience, until one day, she actually hugged him and smiled. Since then, she was his best friend, but I was still the piece of junk she had been forced to call daughter.

My father did whatever he could to take her place and he was my actual best friend. I also happened to share a strong bond with my brother, even if it wasn't the same as with my father.

Tonight just so happened to be my last race, since tomorrow I'd be boarding Dad's private jet to LA, California, in the United States.

In a week from now I'd attend my first day of College and start studying psychology.

I know, I know, it's boring and too much, but I was a fast learner and it happened for me to study all night long because I had… nothing better to do.

All you need to know about me, I can be as sweet as sugar and pretty much naive and innocent, but if you cross me... the devil won't be able to save you.

That's most of it. Have fun reading my story!