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I gasped, but I was pulling him closer to me, not away. We burst through the heavy front doors into the cool night air. Right there, idling at the curb, was a car. It was a matte black Bugatti Chiron Sport. The engine wasn't just running; it was growling, a deep, heavy vibration that I could feel in my own bones. I stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropping. "That is definitely not the car we came in." Rino turned back, a wicked, dark grin cutting across his face. He looked so handsome in the moonlight.

Nothing ever changes. Following behind Connor, I see him looking around, confused. “Hey!” I call out. He turns with a snicker. “What do you want?” Releasing an impatient breath, I walk towards him and grab him by the forearm. “Let’s go.” He tries to resist, but as tall as he is, he’s still no match for my strength. His struggles don’t last long, though, when he sees my vehicle. “Holy shit!” He cries out as he circles the car with a look of wonder. “That’s a Hennessey Venom GT. That’s like a million-dollar car.” I shrug my shoulder with a nonplussed expression. “So?” Connor’s lips quirk with an incredulous expression as he waves his hand over the car. “So… the car is a freaking work of art!”

Serenity, “Yes, thank you. It smells wonderful.” After the girls were done eating, they went outside, and they were both shocked to discover that the car that had been left for them was a red Lykan Hypersport. Serenity gasped. “This car was used in Fast & Furious 7!” she exclaimed. “It’s a limited edition! There are only seven of them in the world. The seats are sewn with gold thread, and the lights are set with colored diamonds!”

In comparison, Hudson's Audi A8 was barely worth mentioning. Under everyone's envious gazes, the Joneses got into the luxury car. Even though Lana was a little unhappy about giving up one of her gold bracelets, she savored her relatives’ jealous glares. Before this, she always had to keep her head down at family reunions. Now, she could finally stand tall. It felt great! Everyone got into their cars. Quentin drove a BMW 5 Series. Ruby's husband, Brody, drove a second-hand Accord, and Yash drove an even older Toyota Camry. The other cars were all inexpensive SUVs or sedans.

With a smooth, hydraulic hiss, the dihedral doors of the McLaren swept upward like the wings of a bird. The interior lights flared on, illuminating the custom black leather and blue stitching. The engine hummed to life, a low, throaty growl that vibrated in the soles of my feet. The paparazzi went wild. Flashes exploded like strobe lights, blinding and frantic. "Miss Mercer! Over here!" "Look this way! Is it a gift? Who's the benefactor?" "Lexi, move out of the shot!" I ignored them all. I looked over my shoulder at Maya, who was staring at the open car door with her mouth hanging open, looking like she was about to faint.

Jerk. He drives the car like it’s his second skin. It isn’t hard to tell that he loves this car. It doesn’t take long to reach the steakhouse. When Storm parks, I think I destroy my ripped skinny jeans along with my underwear. He parks beside a bright orange classic Ford Torino Cobra, which looks to me like a 1970 model, it’s gorgeous. I’ve always had a thing for classic cars. What I’m not expecting to see is the shiny blue Ford GT sitting right beside us and next to it is a metallic cherry red Porsche 918 Spyder. Those two are some of the world’s fastest cars. I’m gobsmacked.

He had also clawed his way out against countless enemies. But now, Aldus felt more fear than ever as he looked into Austin's eyes. The Hummer's engines let out a deafening roar as the car began to speed up. Lightning flashed across the sky as the massive car slammed onto the Emerson Residence's front gate. The front gate became dented with a loud bang, but it did not yet fall. The Hummer's engines continued to roar as its tires scraped the ground so much that thick smoke rose out of it. The harsh sound of metal twisting finally ended with a loud bang when the front gate was sent flying away.

A brilliant blue Mustang flickered its lights at us. “Get in the car,” he said. He didn’t need to tell us twice. I rocked the passenger seat forward so McKenzie and I could get in the back of the two-door Mustang. I didn’t have a lot of leg room once the passenger seat rocked back, but I wasn’t about to complain to Hoot. Not while he was in this mood. “We’re sorry we didn’t keep our heads down,” McKenzie apologized as we tore out of the dealership.

Then he looks back at the lineup. “Then that’s a neon-accented McLaren. See how the doors are tilted up a little? Like wings getting ready to fly.” He points at a car with glowing green accents that make it look like it’s from the future. “And… a Bugatti. Midnight blue finish.” “She’s so glossy you can see your own reflection trembling on the surface.” He whispers that last part right into my ear, and his breath tickles, making me shiver. “So tell me, baby. Which one?” he asks again, his lips still close to my skin like he'd rather ruin me with kisses than make the choice himself.