Racing Hearts By Gianna Novels & Stories

Momentarily, she noticed two men in black behind her, trailing her movements. “Gosh! They must be David's men, they are after me again. I can't deal with them all!” Bianca exclaims as she picked a race. The men in black followed, running after her. Bianca did not think twice before she jumped onto a busy road running for her precious life. A wine car sped towards Bianca, she paused in shock. The car halted at a stop two feet before Bianca. “Phew” Bianca heaved a sigh, she thought she will be hit by that car at first.

Someone asked eagerly, "Nova, I heard you worked as a grid girl abroad. Tell us what that was like." Her excitement immediately grew. By the time I lowered my head to sip my tea, she had already moved from explaining race rules to talking about driving techniques, sounding completely at ease with the entire racing world. "You know what I love most about racetracks?" she said. "The adrenaline rush. And you get to meet so many incredible drivers." Her gaze drifted meaningfully toward Ryder, who had already turned his head toward her, his eyes full of warmth. She sighed in mock regret. "The only downside is how hard it is to get a racing license. I've tried several times and still haven't passe

This race was mine. The girl with the long black ponytail and red nails strutted out onto the middle of the track. She had a checkered flag in one hand, and she held it above her head. Her aquamarine eyes slid across the front line of drivers, and she nodded at everyone. Then without any more delay, she took her stance, spreading her feet apart in line with her shoulders, and lifted her chin. She dropped the flag. I had no delay on the start. The Saleen launched forward, and the roar of the crowd faded to nothing as I raced to top speeds on the straightaway before we got into the winds and turns of the track.

“No.” Gianna twisted her wrist and said, “I have a heart condition. I’ve had it since birth and it’s only getting worse. I’m going to die from it one day, and that day is probably going to be a lot sooner than I want. I joke about Rio’s bike being a bomb, but my heart truly is, and I don’t know the time on it counting down. And living like that? Knowing that every time my heart stutters or my chest goes tight, that I could be on my way to the morgue, has made me more inclined to fight for what I want. And so I’m telling you that I want you. I want whatever we could possibly have, and I was willing to fight for a chance at it.” Regret streaked its way across Dante’s face, but also resolve.

Once the car ceases motion, Gianna opens the door and makes a run for it. "What the-" Nico opens the door and races after her. The two sprint into a quiet street. Nico wonders how someone has short as her run that fast. He picks up his pace and within seconds he is running beside her. "What the FUCK do you think you are doing?" He yells trying to keep up with his pace. Gianna doesn't reply she stays focused on getting away from him. He realizes that it's no use reasoning with her. With no warning, he scoops her up like a weightless doll and drops her on his shoulders.

She yelped loudly when Marco caught on to her leg. The adrenaline currently pulsing through her however was strong enough to kick her out of his hold. Gianna didn’t dare slow down and kept running towards the first crack of light she could see. Tears streaked her cheeks, whipped by the stinging wind as her lungs burned. She turned her head around just in time to see Marco explode through the exit behind her and her stomach clenched with fresh terror and a cocktail of hormones.

"It's not that. We had a deal and I want it to remain that way. I have made arrangements for a heart donor but it may take a while to find one. It's not easy to get a heart, y'know?" "But you just distanced yourself like it hurt to be around me, without looking back might I add." I looked away guiltily. Being around her brought about a weird feeling in me. Regina was an excuse to run away from her. "I didn't mean it in a malicious way. I thought you'd be uncomfortable besides I sent a tour guide your way so you could enjoy your trip." Her expression became crestfallen at my statement. She muttered something but all I heard was "...because of you."

She couldn't wait to see him go head-to-head with the Mafia, their enemy. She shrugged, looking forward at her pale skin in the mirror. Somehow she was going to see it, even if it meant peeping or even interrupting the process. "Okay," she smiled at her nurse, "I'll just stay here for the meantime." The woman looked at her suspiciously, "Really?" She nodded and rested on the bed, "Goodnight, Teresa." The woman walked to the door of her room, switching off the light before leaving. As the last child and only daughter of Venditti, the cartel leader in Italy, Gianna had everything she wanted—not that she wished for much except their love, which they all showered her with.

Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The engine of my bike screamed between my thighs. I kicked it into sixth gear, the world blurring into a smear of gray and black as I tore down the coastal highway. The wind hit my chest, but it wasn't enough to cool the heat still burning under my skin. I could still feel the delicate weight of her jaw in my hand. Gianna. My head was a mess of her scent, that soft, flowery perfume that didn't belong anywhere near a man like me. I shifted my weight, leaning the bike hard into a sharp curve until my knee puckered the asphalt.

GIANNA I eat a granola bar in the studio like a criminal hiding from the scene of a crime. The crime in question is a dream and the victim is my dignity. The accomplice however, is the borrowed heart, which is beating at a perfectly calm seventy-two as if it didn't spend last night throwing pornographic cinema on the inside of my eyelids and then laughing about it.