The boy leaned back against his Bugatti. "Be that as it may, at least we won't have an outsider problem," he commented, completely dismissing the topic.
That didn't sit well with Elio. He wanted to know what he meant. He looked at him suggestively.
"Come on, Elio. You know very well that you going a step further with a girl just so that you can fuck her is a challenge you wouldn't turn your back on so quickly. One fuck would develop in you being fuck-buddies at the very least. If she was interesting enough for you to ask her out, I believe it would become even more at one point."
It sounded absurd, making Elio burst into laughter. He liked challenges but he wasn't a relationship type of guy. No matter the girl. And he knew the rules, outsiders were out of the fucking question when it came to getting involved with them on a personal level. As Sicilians, they were bound to end up with their own women.
"Pigs would start flying before that happened," Elio ironized.
"I guess we will never know."
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His foot stepped on the gas, engine roaring to life. The race girl walked out on the track. Long blond hair falling cascaded down her slim shoulders. She was wearing a bright red thing that frankly looked like a bandana tied up in the back and matching leather skirt barely covering her ass. High heels accentuated her lean legs.
And for the very first time, Elio didn't give a fuck. He was always up for taking race girls for a private ride after it was all over, however, he focused on his race that was about to start. He was up against seven other drivers. Thankfully, none of them seemed to be any competition. Unlike them, Elio was a competitive person who would probably wreck his car if it would ensure his win. Others were pussies, caring about material things much more. Rich, stupid kids looking for a thrill and a way to spend their parents' money.
He smirked, drawing his attention to the girl once more. She put her hand up, holding a white material. The cars were all in their positions ready to start. Everything happened so fast after Elio heard "go". He floored the gas, changing gear. Thank fuck Flavio was a manual gearbox kind of person. Racing was not for those who barely knew when to change gears. Let alone having an automatic car.
With ease, he overhauled all other cars, putting a slight distance between them. They were supposed to make ten laps and he intended to keep the first place all the way through. He much rather preferred to drive through the streets, having more freedom, however, the track would have to do this time.
Elio peered into the side mirror. "Fuck," he murmured, seeing as one of the racers was approaching him from the inner side. He changed gear, slowly, just a little bit, trying to catch the man by surprise. And it helped as he became more cautious as to speeding up. The Enforcer then sped up once again, driving to the right side so that he wouldn't jeopardize his chances of winning.
Flashing light filled the rearview mirror. There were only two laps left when Elio twisted the steering wheel and took another turn. Ringing sounded in his ears. His nerves were frayed to the quick. In his anxiety, he constructed elaborate rationalizations for why everything would turn out alright. He would fucking win. But still, the nagging voice in the back of his mind spoke of nothing but doom ahead.
And he couldn't shake off the feeling that it had nothing to do with the race. Another change of gear, a final step on the gas. Determination flashed on Elio's face, focusing on the approaching finish line.
The shout announcing his triumph blared all around as the man crossed the line, all the other cars on his tail. It was a close call but he still fucking won. Yet, the last thing he felt was happiness. This began to feel so trivial that Elio cursed the moment he believed it would help him blow off steam. It did no such thing.
He stopped the car, killing the engine and got out. A few people surrounded him at once. He looked at the race girl who smiled seductively to him. Well, maybe she could change it all.
Chapter Sixteen
Finally, he came into his bedroom. Savannah was sprawled out underneath the covers of his bed. "Found you,” he said, while slowly closing the door. The smirk creeped out on his lips.
“Wasn’t hard, was it?” She smiled. He paused and looked at her carefully. Her clothes were on the floor except for the underwear which she was still wearing. The girl got out of his bed and walked over to him. Without hesitation, he leaned in, trying to kiss her. “Not yet,” she teased.
Slowly, she ran her tongue along her lips, biting them. Hunger shone in her beautiful blue eyes. Even with dim light, he could see them clearly.
She reached for his shirt, pulled it over his head and pushed him hard onto the bed. Normally Elio wouldn't budge, however, he let his guard down being so close to Savannah. There was no reason to feel threatened. He sank down into the mattress, supporting his weight with his forearms. Savannah removed her black lacy panties before she gracefully sat on the bed next to him.
A low groan escaped Elio's mouth as she straddled his hips and he could feel the heat of her pussy on his groin. Since he was wearing pants, they were the only thing between them. He put his palms on her thighs and went to sit up, but the girl shook her head and pushed him back down.
“Are you-” she cut him off by planting
