“She’s not wrong. I have no fucking clue,” I state, quickly following Emmie’s trail.
I find her loitering in the car park, looking between mine and Seb’s cars.
“Get any thoughts of driving out of your head right the fuck now,” I tell her.
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“You smashed up my car. Do you have any idea how much it costs?”
She waves her hand as if it’s nothing, which I know for a fact isn’t the case. She’s not grown up with the wealth we have thanks to the Family. I know she’s intimidated by it. It’s why she’s been running around town trying to get a job. It’s why Mickey offered her one.
“You driving us to this fucking shitshow or what?”
“Get in,” I mutter, unlocking the car and dropping into the driver’s seat.
Thankfully, she doesn’t decide to join me in the front. I’m not sure I’d be able to cope with that proximity all the way across town to Sloane’s place. Instead, she rips open the back door, a little too forcefully for my liking, and drops inside.
Seb joins me two seconds later, obviously deciding it’s safer to put some distance between him and Stella whilst in my car.
Wise fucking move.
It’s bad enough that they fucked in and on my Ferrari. I don’t need any of their bodily fluids in my Maserati too, especially after it’s only just been fully valeted.
“What?” I snap when I find him staring at me with a smug as fuck grin playing on his face.
“Oh, nothing, mate. Nothing at all. Just enjoying the show.”
“You’re a cunt,” I mutter as female voices fill the space around us.
“Takes one to know one. Now drive. I wanna get my girl nice and drunk and out on the dancefloor.”
“Should have just stayed home, save everyone else’s eyes.”
“She wouldn’t fucking allow it,” he sulks.
“Lucky us.” I press my finger into the start button and delight in the feeling of my girl coming to life beneath me.
“I’m gonna get my licence,” Emmie states behind me. “I am driving this thing again. Maybe even the Ferrari.”
She’s baiting me, I know she is. But damn it, it works.
“Over my dead body,” I growl, flooring the accelerator and flying out of the car park.
Everyone other than me laughs.
Fuckers.
The journey is painful at best while Seb continues to rib me, only encouraging Emmie to get even deeper under my skin than she already is.
And it doesn’t fucking help that I can see damn near all the way up to her cunt because she’s sitting in the middle seat of the back of my car.
Any sane guy would have readjusted the mirror so he couldn’t see.
I’ve never claimed to have retained much of my sanity.
Safe to say that by the time we pull up in Sloane’s already packed driveway, I’m fucking hard as nails and my entire body is strung as tight as a fucking bow.
“Wow, her house is small, huh?” Emmie comments, leaning over Calli to get a look at Sloane’s family estate.