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I can’t stop laughing, and he must hear it. “Love, if you did this, why are they asking me if I want a test run? My preferences are…a fucking golden shower by men? Jesus, Roxxane.” But I can hear the smile in his voice. “You want war, love? You got it.” He hangs up.
Oh shit.
I’m so dead.
We all wait in the garage downstairs for Kenzo to get back, and he pulls in driving a car I’ve never seen before. It’s black, a matte black, which is hot as hell. It’s sleek, low riding, and a sports car, but honestly, I haven’t got a clue what kind. Ryder pulls in behind him, and we leap out as they slide from their vehicles, all standing around Kenzo’s car.
He comes towards us and then freezes when he sees the new paint. “You fucking didn’t,” he snarls.
“Us? We wouldn’t dare.” I bat my lashes as his eyes catch the graphic diagram of him and a stick figure.
“Darling, this car cost more than a goddamn city,” he grouses. “And to think I was going to give you your own car…”
“Wait, what?” I gasp, rushing around, but he shakes his head, holding up the keys. “That sexy as fuck machine is mine?” Normally, I would be pissed at them for buying something so expensive, but…it really is fucking sexy.
“Was going to be, but I don’t think you deserve it. Do you, brother?” he asks.
Ryder snorts. “I’m still getting emails about slip and slides of urine. I told her to behave, so I say no.”
“But it’s so pretty,” I whisper, peeking around him and gaping at the car. “Is it really for me?”
He drops the keys into my hand, but I just stand there, and his face softens. “It’s a car, darling, not a fucking kidney transplant. It’s just money, go.” He shoves me towards it, but fuck. How much did this cost? Not that I should be surprised, these idiots don’t know the concept of moderation.
I step closer, but I don’t want to even touch it. It’s so goddamn pretty…what does it mean? Is this Ryder’s way of giving me some freedom?
“Get in the fucking car, baby,” Garrett orders, so I roll my eyes and open the door, slipping into the black bucket seats, which are leather and fucking comfy as shit. The dash is covered in gadgets and lights up with bright purple LED lights.
“It’s yours,” Ryder calls. “Why don’t you take it for a spin?”
Diesel whoops and gets into the passenger seat, grinning over at me. “Gun it, Little Bird!”
“No crashing!” Ryder shouts, as I start the engine with a purr.
“Damn, I think I’m sexually attracted to this car,” I mutter, as I shut my door and drive to the barrier, which lifts. I pull out onto the road, going slow and being extra careful, this car is too pretty to ding up, but Diesel snorts.
“Fucking gun it, Little Bird, life is too short to go slow.”
So I do.
I laugh as we race through the city, and only on the way back do I realise I was out, I was free. Yes, I had Diesel, but I could have kicked him out. I didn’t even think about it. What does that mean? I’m quiet as we drive back and pull into the garage where the others are still waiting. They are arguing, but it stops when we pull up and I slip out.
“I love it,” I tell them, but I’m also confused, and Ryder must notice.
“Come on, love, I need your help with some more paperwork.”
Looking back at the car, I nod and follow after him. I lose myself in the work, trying not to question why I didn’t escape. That night, I feign being sick and go to my room, spending the night alone for the first time in a while, and none of them come to me.
Loneliness settles in, and I can barely sleep. I stare out of the window, wondering what I have become.
Do I want to stay?
I don’t know, I really don’t, and that scares me. It’s so easy to get lost in their lives, but I don’t want to lose myself. Not again. I have to be me, and they encourage that, especially Diesel, but…but what if I can’t be myself here?
Fuck knows I don’t blend with their rich friends, but does that matter?
When the sun comes up, I have no more answers than when it set. I’m confused and feeling like shit. They do all these nice things for me, they buy shit for me and give me everything I could ever want.
But is it enough?
