Peter Miles Ford V Ferrari Novels & Stories

I uncovered an arms store behind an iron wall and two pistols were retrieved, alongside my personal, M1911 Browning Pistol, Keeping the code of silence intact. I made the last stance to the garage which i hadn't visited in a long time. Five supercars were lined up, veiled with trampoline. I unveiled the one in the middle; I knew which car it was— a 1958 Ferrari 250 GT LWB Cal Spyder. An exit door was opened and the desert saw my car tyres scrubbing on it, and straight out of it to the city. It took me not more than twenty minutes to locate the Casino where Camila worked. I dropped down from my car and threw the car to an attendant…

“So, you gonna tell what you’ve been up to?” I smiled. “I got to see a 1965 Ferrari 275 GTB Competizione and a 1965 Ford Shelby GT350. In person.” “No the fuck you did not.”

Eric began to address the Phoenix Mafia and Yvonne “First off, Jim. I heard from Mr. Smith you used to be Mr. Quinton’s right-hand man; I also hear you love the classics. Therefore, I recommend an updated version of the Ford Mustang. The gray-coloured Mustang in my showroom should suit your taste just fine.” “Ivy, you are the team’s tech expert. Mr. Smith said you once called yourself the female ‘Tony Stark’. How fitting, then, that I can pass the keys of the black, electric Audi R8 to you in a short moment.”

He realised when he received a call from his PA that he had been in a daze for two hours. Do you have the results? he asked. Yes Sir, Mike said. He is yours Sir, it’s a 99.9 percent match, he added confidently. Are you sure? S’bu asked. It was run three times Sir, Mike said. Cancel all my meetings, I’m going out of town, S’bu said. Will you be back on time to meet with Black Widow? Mike asked. Black Widow was an IT genius that S’bu and G had used in the past to track Mr J’s blackmailer. S’bu had arranged a meeting with him that afternoon.

"This car costs twenty times more than your Honda. Do you really think I'd let you park next to it? Please. This is a—" "Ferrari 488 GBT, V8 engine, 3902 cc displacement, 670 horsepower at 8000 rpm. Goes from 0 to 200 km in 8.3 seconds, and clocks a lap time at Fiorano in one minute, twenty-three seconds," Alexia interrupted, staring him down. Then she looked at the car. "It's nice, but way too flashy. Doesn't suit a magnate. And you? You definitely don't suit it either."

As they get closer to the car, Michael's heart pounds faster with the excitement of the unknown covered car. Sir Carlo pulls the cover off the car and a black Bugatti Chiron supersport 300+ with its signature orange stripes painted on it. Upon seeing it Michael clasped his hands and walked closer to it and skimmed his palm on it. "Here you go. And when you are done give it to Eva. She deserves it after what she has gone through. Don't just tell her it's from me. She always rejected my help ever since your dad died. I don't need the thrill of it anymore," Sir Carlo then tossed the keys to him with a grin.

Later that evening, the dining hall of Hades New York estate theilled with a different kind of tension. Hades and Claudine were at dinner, but the atmosphere shifted dramatically with the arrival of Ford, the Irish Don. He was a powerfully built man with keen, intelligent eyes, a deceptive charm, and a suit as sharp as Hades’s own. “Hades,” Ford greeted, his voice a smooth, cultured brogue, extending a hand to meet Hades. “Good to see you, my friend. It’s been too long since that marvellous car exhibition in Monaco. Still got that violet Mustang, I trust? Only three produced in the world, if memory serves.”

Victorious, even, knowing that Misha’s arousal hadn’t faded until we pulled up to the casino’s valet entrance. He opened my door again, and I took his arm like everything was perfect. He gave the keys to the valet with a flick of his wrist. “Holy—” one of the valet boys breathed. “Is this a 1962 Ferrari 250 GT Lusso?” Misha didn’t even blink. Of course they’d recognize it. The curves, the shine, the impossibly smooth lines, it garnered attention. People paused around us, some with drinks mid-sip, others pretending not to stare as they pulled out their phones and tried to get a shot. A woman in a black sequin dress nudged her date and whispered, “That’s not just money. That’s old money.”

He takes a step back, looking confused now. "This is about La Camorra?" he asks, his eyes wide. At this time, it's my turn to sigh as I look away. I don't know how much he knows about the mafia. He's only my manager, and I don't drag everyone around me into deep details like that. But if he did a bit of his homework, it wasn't really confidential information that Nico Ferrari was one of the leaders of the greatest mafia of all time and the Ferrari company had some mafia backings.

I exclaimed, letting go of his hand, even though that meant losing my connection to his mind, so I could wander over and look at each and every one of them. He had two Bugatti’s, A Chiron Noir like mine but with orange accents underneath and Solid black Veyron. He had a Ferrari 250 Grand Turismo Omologato, which, by the way, is the rarest car in the world! A Lamborghini Diablo VT 6.0 Se and a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. There was an old style Ford Model T, in perfect original condition, a Tesla Roadster, a really nice Porsche Spyder, a suped up 2021 Honda Civic….