Ride or Die

Chapter 4:The police busted the party.

Peter navigates through the packed halls of Jace's luxury mansion, leading me into a pristine, glamorous garage, lined with rows of rare expensive cars.

"You sold him all these cars?" I asked him surprised.

"Most of them."

"How?" I asked him but I was sure that he wouldn't answer my question directly.

"I have my ways."

"Your ways?" I repeated his words and he nodded.

"Say what you want about Jace, but the guy has a solid taste." Peter lovingly runs his hand over a red car. "This one was almost impossible to find. 20 1994 Ferrari F40 LM, they were only 400 Ferrari F40 made." He paused. "Mid-engine, rear-wheel drive sports car, top speed around 367 miles an hour." He went to an other silver car. "Aluminum-body 1955 Schwarz Drei CLS. Gull wing doors, single overhead camshaft." I watch his expert fingers graze the curves of the mid- condition body, the way his eyes catch fire as he talks about it, is really admirable.

"You really love cars, don't you?" I asked him and when he asked my question he raised his head from the car and looked at me.

"Every car's got a story, just like people."

"What's your story?" I asked him.

"You sure you want to ask that? It's not a happy one."

"I'm sure. Where are you from?"

"Depends how you look at it." He Said, But I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"Are you trying to be mysterious?" I teased him.

"Usually. Keeps me safe." He paused for a while. "I've spent my whole life on the road. I've lived everywhere and nowhere. And I would never take a nice girl like you to the places that I've lived."

"I'm not as nice as you think."

"I doubt that." He opened the door of a blue coupe and gestures for me to sit. I slide in, feeling the expensive leather chair cradle me. I place my hands in front of me and run my fingers through the smooth steering wheel.

"Aventador LP 750-4 Superveloce, the car that started it all." He said with a smile. "By the way you look really nice behind the wheel."

"It's beautiful. How much does it cost?"

"Around 315.000$." He said casually. "Jace owes me some favors, wanna take it for a spin?" He offered.

"I am not allowed to drive anymore." I confessed.

"Why?" Asked me surprised.

"When I was younger I used to take part into illegal car races. And I was in a car accident." I sigh, not knowing if I had to tell him about my mother too. "Since then my dad won't let me drive."

"I wouldn't have guessed there was anyone who could stop you from doing what you want." He joked, because he saw that I was sad.

"I'm not the girl you think I am." I smiled. " I think you have a very skewed perspective of me."

"Maybe I have exactly the right perception." He smiled and then looked at the car. "You have to feel the thrill of a ride, the wind in your hair. You have to get out on the road again, Bailey." He smiled. "The thrill is even bigger if you are up to no good."

"No good?" I asked curiously. Peter ignores my question and offers me a hand to get out of the car. As I do my shoe slips and I lose balance, falling back against the expensive car and clinging to Peter for support. Peter catches me and I find myself pressed against him, leaning again the sport car. His face was only inches from mine.

"I've got you." He Said and smiled. We were so close that I could smell his faint cologne, mixed with his car faint mint smell.

"Was this your plan all along?" I joked. "Getting me alone here, so you could come close to me."

"What can I say? I'm not a subtle guy." He looked down for a moment and he laughed. "I can feel your heart pounding."

"You can?" I Asked embarrassed because my heartbeat had quickened dangerously. Entrances by his gaze I found myself leaning closer to him. "Peter, I..." I am not able to finish the sentence. Just then Peter, pulls back sharply. "What's wrong?" I asked him embarrassed.

"Listen....sirens." I strain to listen, a few seconds later I hear the sirens drawing closer, then a commotion coming from the party. "Come on!" Peter instructed.