Fast And Furious Letty And Dom Romane & Geschichten

“I guess you know the road to my workplace. I need to get there on time so make it snappy,” All this was done and said so he would get mad at me but he wasn't. From the rearview mirror, I could even see him smirk. He's definitely a lover boy. “Use your seatbelt,” I heard him say but I rolled my eyes before crossing my arms under my breast, “Just drive!” I ordered. Anger had taken over my senses because if I had been in my right mind, I would have recalled that this man was one of the men who acted in the movie, Fast and Furious. He drives so fast that I wonder if he doesn't fear death.

She let out a defeated sigh. "Okay. We'll both wait for you at the playground in the Park. Please be fast" She informed as she and Shantel walked hand in hand towards the playground. * × × As he sped across the road in his Lamborghini, Dominic tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. His jaw tightened in anger and his hands fisted around the steering wheel. He was in such a hurry, he forgot he hadn't driven a car in years but that didn't matter to him at the moment.

We arrive at Letty’s in his matte black Audi e-tron GT it's his favorite car to drive. I stare at the house that is booming with loud music. My hands start sweating due to nervously; I'm not sure about this all the rich kids are nothing but snooty. I don't know how Zen turned out to be so different.

My driver pulled up to the curb outside the Hale house, and I didn’t even have to wait a full minute before Letta stormed out the front door like a hurricane in heels. She yanked the car door open and threw herself inside with a dramatic sigh. “Drive,” she snapped. The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror. I nodded once. The car pulled away.

He starts to flash me pictures of my mate, refusing to allow me to have any pleasure. I roar in frustration, standing I start to destroy the room. The laughing never stopping, I cant shut this fucker out. I stand in the middle of her room, the place in carnage and my chest heaving. I hear someone rushing towards the room, I catch the scent of my Beta as I pull the door open.

“Not to be dragged into your world of PR events and paparazzi.” Dominic ran a hand down his jaw. “Is she mine?” Lena didn’t move. “Lena,” he pressed, voice rough, “just tell me the truth.” The truth burned on her tongue. “Yes,” she whispered. “She’s yours.” A silence fell like glass shattering. Dominic closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, the anger was gone—replaced by something that looked a lot like guilt. “I want to meet her.” “No,” Lena said quickly. “Not yet.”

“I bet that’s why you won’t even bother peeking at the ones standing out there with those firm buttocks you could crush rocks between. You’re already hypnotized.” There was no point arguing with the harem girl. For all Anzi’s fearsome determination to win the argument and prove her wrong, Letti was still the better speaker by far. She had Anzi stammering again in fury within seconds, until at last they were both glaring at each other with their fists clenched at their sides and breathing hard. “…Truce, then,” Letti offered. “I know I’m right, but I’ll let you off the hook for a little bit since I came to see you for a reason. It’s important.”

With the way they are being aggressive, Lucrezia thinks they couldn’t be from her father. Lucrezia jams her feet on her gas pedal, making her car go as fast as it could go instead of stopping to the side just like what the car behind her wanted her to do. Lucrezia is not going to stop until she reaches her husband at home and ensure that he is safe. Seeing that Lucrezia has no plans of stopping, the black sedan sped up beside her. When they reached her left side, they swerved to the right crashing on Lucrezia. “Figlio di puttana!” Lucrezia curses loudly as she tries to gain control over her car again.

She’s got to be kidding, right? Oh, that’s right. She was too busy staring at her phone to notice. “I’m the fucking driver—” I bite my tongue before I get fired for what I really want to say. Play nice . . . “Jeomar Russo.” Sunny disposition. I smirk. She says, “Oh, you’re one of the drivers? Jeomar Russo, you say?” “Russo. Jeomar. Russo.” “It must be so fun to drive around on the track, like go-karts at the Park ’n’ Pizza place. Putt-putt was always my favorite. Ohh, the bumper boats. Loved those.”