Shadows of the Vow
Outside, his Maserati MC20 Cielo, obsidian black, was parked, low and sleek.
“Hmmm, another whoozer!” I thought. I had seen the Rolls-Royce, the SUV, the Porsche, the G-Wagon, the Lamborghini, and the Limousine. Now, I'm seeing the Maserati.
The guy's very wealthy. A billionaire mafia. Not the regular.
We slid inside.
“Main district,” He ordered. The GPS obeyed.
The drive into the city was fast, dark glass up, engine humming deep.
I didn’t ask where. I sat beside him, legs crossed, coat tight around me, and pretended my heart wasn’t racing.
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