Sophia Buttaro is the daughter of the world's wealthiest and most dangerous mafia boss. Famous for her beauty and status, she is wanted by every organized criminal group. Sophia soaks up the sinful luxury life of being a billionaire until she is rat...
The instantly recognizable smell of gasoline and tires burned my nose. Fresh puddles of water gave evidence of recent rain. Street lights flickered in the urban scene. Numerous cars lined up in the parking lot of multiple colors and styles. A vast majority of the sports cars were rather European than Japanese. The curved shapes seemed to emulate insects like beetles and ladybugs.
Toshiaki guided us to his sports car and stated facts about the car like a tour guide. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when he mentioned the vehicle could speed over 300 mph. The sleek body of the car was an inch from the kissing the road. If a car could feel confident this one was definately exuding confidence.
The cock of eyebrows and fingers sliding on suit fabric signaled confidence. Multiple men and women arrived on the scene to bet as if this was a derby.
Chilling wind blew my hair as I glided into the slippery smooth leather of the driver's seat. Harry planted himself of the passenger's seat. The sleek shape of the car was almost too compact for his size as he had to shrink with bad posture.
Tohshiaki stepped backwards and gave two thumbs up before disappearing into the audience.
I tapped the sensitive gas pedal causing the car to jolt forward. Harry cursed under his breath.
I had only driven around a parking lot three times with Damien and two times into the city. So, my driving skills were probably inadequate for a street race.
How hard could it be, I thought. You just press 'go', right?
I focused my eyes on the road ahead of me trying not to think about how good Harry looks in that leather jacket.
"There's no rules tonight, so there's going to be weapons," Harry informed me."I used to do hits that involved cars. I'll tell you what to do."
Weapons?! Is this Mario Kart? So, not only do I have to pretend to be an excellent driver but I have to avoid gernades like banana peels too!
I heaved a sigh as my sweaty palms gripped the leather steering wheel.
I gulped and confessed, "I'm going to be honest. I don't how to drive."
A pair of long legs and a checkered skirt stepped between the two cars in front of us. The sports cars hummed to life. Sleek bodies hovered above the ground and prepared to lunge like cats. The engine purred beneath me as I tapped the pedal to inch closer. The woman held the rag high to the sky. The instant that the rag kisses the ground the eager cars speed away with squeals of tires. I stepped on the pedal. The sudden speed jerked me back into the seat. I trailed a bright yellow car that shredded puddles of water and left water droplets in its wake.
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My initial response to this was uncertainty but those feelings quickly vanished and was replaced with exhilaration. The thrill of the fast speed forced a scream to escape my throat.
The speedometer was at a high 250. My heartbeat was climbing with it. When we approached the turn, I turned the wheel faster than the traction could keep up with, thus propelling the car sideways.
Harry aimed his gun at the car behind us, shooting out the tires. Followed by the whaling of tires, the car behind us rammed into a street light causing the pole to fall over our vehicle but just misssing it by a milisecond.
We turned onto a freeway and were greeted by a chorus of horns as we swerved lane to lane. I trailed the yellow vehicle that was swerving to and fro.
Harry hissed a curse and his rough hands ripped the wheel to the left. A gasp escapes my lips as an firey explosion erupts from beneath the yellow car causing the hefty metal to tumble down the road.
My brows furrow and my face falls from what I witnessed. I felt Harry's warm hand grip my knee in response.
"You're still in it," Harry encouraged me, softly.
I couldn't let that stop me from finishing the race. I put pressure on the pedal. The speedometer spiked to 301.
A black car challenged me, nudging me with its nose, and trying to wreck me. Bullets ricochet off the black tar.
The finish line was beckoning me. I floored the gas and my palms locked on the wheel. My heart beat excelerated with the spedometer.
We're neck and neck on the final stretch. My body tense as the finish line is closer and closer.
A wave of energy rushes through me as I cross the finish line. I release the gas pedal. We jolt forward as the car squeals to stop.
About a minute of silence hangs in the air as we relax into seats. We linger in the car until our breathing steadies. Harry lets out a breathless laugh and breaks the silence. "Huh, didn't think I would live see another day."
A satisfied smile spreads across my face. I pumped my fists in the air and shouted, "I did it! See, I am good at driving! I have to tell Damien about this! He'll never belive it!"
"Decent," Harry commented, adorned by a smirk.
"We lived and we won. I'd say that's more than decent," I argued.
"C'mon. It's time to finally get what we came here for."
We climbed out of the car. My noticeable goosebumps earned a nice gesture from Harry. A sudden rush of warmth and happiness flooded my body as he wrapped his jacket around my petite body.
We approached the sound of his meaty paws clapping in the dispersing crowd.
Compliments of my win immediately flood out of his mouth but Harry haults his praise.
"We came to claim our prize. No f**king around."
Toshiaki strided to his sports car, popped open the trunk and heaved a duffel bag out. The duffel bag dropped at Harry's feet with a poof.
"Pleasure doing business with you." Toshiaki bowed and fled into the night with his flashy sports car.
Harry unfastened the duffel bag with a swift zip. A large weapon lay dangerously in the bag. A small, dark zip-lock bag lay mysteriously next to it.
"What is it?" I ask, craning my neck around to check if there are any watching-eyes.
"A rocket-launcher," Harry answers as he examines the metal capable of destruction.
Whaling police sirens in the distance send shivers down my spine.
"We should go before the police arrive," I suggest. Harry slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and we scurried away from the scene to find a taxi.
