IRREPLACEABLE.

carribean .

Maserati's POV

Flashback.

Peter's birthday had been one of a kind legit, I had given him a box with Jordan's as a present.

We had been friends since we were young.
His father and mine were great friends too.

He'd cut a cake with his girlfriend beside him and the moment was dazzling.

I wished I had a girlfriend like his. A person who would love me unconditionally.

Every girl I had tried to love turned out to be a tragedy.
For instance, my last relationship had lasted only a few hours!

I thinks it was the shortest one in the planet.

We hooked up at a party while high, we kissed and had sex and then when I became sober I realized she was not my type.

She was too talkative and I didn't understand why her face was tanned contraly to her legs which were sort of dark. She had fake brows and hideous eyes which I had not liked.

So, we broke up.

She was shocked in astonishment when I apologized for the mistakenly formed relationship but I didn't care!

It was way better than to live a lie.

After it was late enough in the night, I informed Peter that I would leave and he offered to give me a ride back home.

I alighted his red Ferrari and thanked him before closing the door.

He turned over and headed back.

I looked up at the clear sky. The stars, some twinkled and others shone steadily.

I was a bit drank I remember as I begun walking towards the house. When I reached at the doorway, I searched for keys in a family secret place where we kept them.

I got hold of them.

Before I inserted them in the keyhole, I heard rattling from the window upstairs.

I leaned closer to a beam away from light and listened.

There followed a croaking sound.

When I peeped towards the direction of the sound, I saw the window being opened and someone in all black outfits slowly stepped out through it.

His face was inked and he had black shades.

My stomach knotted.

A string hanged downward from the window to the ground.

I tiptoed to pick a wooden beam a few meters away.

I had a thought to knock him down.

Before I was near enough, he slid down the rope too quickly and immediately he stepped on the ground, he begun running away.

I run after him and he looked back when he heard my steps.

He stood.
I increased my pace and before he could do anything, I charged him by his waist causing us to fall down.
I hovered before him and clenching my fists I threatened to knock his head saying, " Who are you ? "

Had I known it was not just a typical thief.

Like a sick person, he gave out an exaggerated chuckle and then he frowned.

I beaten the hell out him twice but within seconds I was spun around and soon he was standing before me pointing a silver revolver toward my head.

He chuckled again as he took something from the pocket of his pants with his free hand, on it was a red button which he pressed.