One of his hands grips into my hair while the other one holds my face. "Behave." He says sternly before letting me go and walking into the bathroom.
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Venice Adams loves lights, she was attracted to it like a mosquito to a flame, after everything...
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Venice
"Venice wake up! Wake up!" I'm being shaken awake, I hate being woken up.
"Mmm, five more minutes."
"Wake up!" The blanket is yanked off of me as I open my eyes to see a smiling Angelo, i roll my eyes.
"I should fucking claw your eyes out, what do you want!" I groan and he just smiles.
"Want to do something fun?" He says smiling and I open one eye to look at him.
"Like what?" I say.
"Street racing, I know a place." He says and I sit up at that stretching as I look at the clock on my nightstand.
"Angelo, it's two in the morning," I tell him and he rolls his eyes.
"Which is exactly why we should go, come on it will be fun." He grabs my hands.
"With what car?" I finally ask.
"Put your shoes on and I'll show ya." He says.
"Fine, but if Liam gets mad I'm blaming it on you," I tell him as I put my shoes on and he nods.
"I'll take that, now let's go." He rushes downstairs keeping quiet so Dante doesn't hear us.
We head into the garage which holds about twelve cars and my eyes widen. "Holy shit."
"I know, we're taking this baby, me and Dante modified her a few years back." He says pointing to an SRT.
"This is nice," I say as I take a look at the car, I didn't even want to see under the hood, knowing Angelo it's something crazy, this made me excited for the night. "Do you know what you are doing?" I ask and he scoffs.
"Do I know what I'm doing? Girl, get in the car." He says and I smile as I get into the passenger seat.
The inside of the car even had modifications, knobs, and dials I didn't even want to know what they did.
Angelo makes his drive and I know we've arrived when I see the tons of cars gathered around.
"Wow," I say as I look at all of the cars as Angelo pulls up beside some of the cars.
"No way." Someone calls as they run over to us. "When the hell did you come back?" The man asks Angelo.
"I'm back for the day, thought I'd stop by," Angelo says confidently.
"You must want to get smoked again kid, Bystro is here." The man says and Angelo looks forward at the man named Bystro.
The man at the window walks off as I look at Angelo. "Who's that?"
"Bystro is the Russian word for fast, that's what they call him." He motions to the man laughing with a bunch of girls in his car. "He beat me in a race a few years ago, that car right there. Was mine before that night." He looks serious as he speaks.
