Luigi And Guido Cars 소설 & 이야기

Piero nodded as they stepped down, the entire estate silent. Getting behind the wheel of his Lamborghini, the other man sat down beside him before they drove to the warehouse. It was long and silent. Salvatore was impatient to get there, and as he drove on the empty stretch of road which brightened bit by bit, he had to wonder, where were the cars with his men? They couldn't have had more than a ten minutes head start on them and the Lamborghini would have easily caught up, yet, he didn't see a single car, much less an SUV in sight.

Leonardo seized the opportunity, lunging forward to grab me, and in one swift motion, he pulled me into his arms. He didn’t hesitate as he carried me, manoeuvring us through the ruins of the mansion. Outside, I saw Mario and Enzo—their faces were unreadable and tense as they served as a shield covering us from the attackers, guiding us toward a lone car hidden away from the line of fire. “Did I mention that Leonardo’s fleet of luxury cars was now reduced to nothing but unrecognisable ashes?” The car roared to life as Leonardo sped off, his face hard as stone. I felt tears streaming down my face, uncontrollable, burning.

Making a few more turns, they finally parked the car at the Cafe Del Fraco parking area. “Let’s break them apart.” Lium muttered as he put on his shades and Luisito opened the car door for him. “Shall we make a deal?” he whispered to Luisito who smiled only at him. They both went to the cafe and Lium could already tell some men who were cautious about their arrival. He went into an isolated booth and called a waiter. “Two shoots of Italian espresso and?” Lium ordered and turned to his bodyguard. “Americano.” Luisito answered and Lium nodded.

I ordered. Riccardo was already working on his tablet, tapping through the DiFronzo family’s GPS system that was installed in all our vehicles. “I have got it,” he said, holding up the screen. A green dot , that was the car Lily was in and it was heading west, speeding out of the city limits. Two red dots trailed behind it.

He didn't dare look to his right as he shifted the car into gear and sped away toward the airport. Luca had already texted another bodyguard to collect the car from the street. He’d left the keys inside; after all, no one in the city was suicidal enough to touch a car belonging to Luciano Mancini. He ordered the man to return the Lamborghini to the mansion immediately. Luciano remained a statue of lethal silence for the entire drive. In the hollow quiet of the car, only one name echoed in his mind: Rosa.

He had a driver. "You have my word, Bella. Nothing will happen to you." He said softly as he slid in beside me, shutting the door with a slight bang. I blinked at him. Mariano, for the first time, had said something...nice to me. "Drive, Luigi." He commanded the driver. Luigi? Mariano and Luigi? I had to stifle my laughter; it was very difficult. Silence ensued. Mariano looked straight ahead, and I looked at him. "Mariano?" I asked quietly.

“Luciano, maybe—” “No maybe-s.” He takes my hand in his and we start walking under the rain, the droplets trickling down my body. “I'm still here.” We reach the gate leading us out of the old well. And that's when I see three black cars—one Maserati and two SUVs. I'm already panicking, before he rubs at my wrist gently, calming me down. “They're mine.”

The black car hummed quietly along the backroads of Hayport, sunlight beginning to slant through the windshield in golden streaks. Luca kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually against the gear shift. Fiero sat beside him in the passenger seat, legs swinging slightly, his boot heels bumping the glove box every few seconds. His hands were smudged with dust from the crates and ledgers he'd touched, and his hoodie still smelled faintly of sea air and old metal.

It just feels like it is the right thing to do. I followed them back to Galiviosa. We went there in different cars so I couldn’t tell what more could they have had in mind. While I was driving, I can only look at the back of Max’s car and the hood of Hugo’s car from the rear mirror. We drove in a convoy yet in different sports cars not in black cars like in some action movies.