*Adrian's POV:*
I paced around my room, trying to calm my racing thoughts of what happened earlier with my dad...A knock on the door broke the silence. Only Fredrick dared to knock that loudly...
I opened the door with the remote control..
Keeping my emotions in check, my face as clear as waters. Without acknowledging Fredrick presence, I strode to my chair and sat down, my eyes fixed on him. He walked towards me, his confident stride eating up the distance, and sat across from me I guess only Fedrick my best friend could actually that way if it was someone else they would have wish they were dead....
The silence between us was palpable. I knew he was waiting for me to speak, but I was enjoying the quiet. Finally, he cleared his throat, and I knew he was about to break the silence, in a game of silence I would always win...
"How about we go for our mind-calming ride?" Fredrick suggested, his eyes sparkling with amusement, I guess he knew me so well that despite my face being so calm I was stressed...
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Are you sure you want to go dressed like that?" I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm ready to go for a thrilling ride after all it would really help....
Fredrick chuckled and stood up, disappearing into his room in my house. I took the opportunity to shower and dress in my signature black mafia attire, complete with a black suit, silver accents, and a million-dollar perfume, I was looking like a demon God that would charm girls heart and make men weak in their knees well I wouldn't like though that's who I am anyways...
As I finished getting ready, a knock on the door signaled Fredrick's return. He was dressed in an identical black mafia outfit, looking every bit as deadly and handsome as I did I couldn't help but commend in my heart....
We headed down to the car park, where our limited-edition black bikes awaited. We mounted our bikes, the roar of the engines echoing through the air as we sped off into the night, I love black it strikes something unreachable and power...
Fredrick pulled up alongside me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You look like you could steal any girl's heart at this moment." He said smirking while starting his bike....
I smirked, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Did I steal yours?" I asked, my voice low and husky....
Fredrick's smile grew wider. "Yes, dear, you stole my breath."....
I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of irritation. "Sh*t, man, that's gross. Fine, I admit defeat." I wanted teasing but ugh that's creepy....
We continued riding or rather racing with Fedrick behind as he should, he has never won for once, the wind whipping through our hair as we sped towards our secret spot a secret villa prepared by me to race and calm my nerves, it was a deserted area people rarely come by so I thought I didn't need security....
*Stella's POV:*
I clung to Fiona, my heart racing with fear. We were being chased by a group of rough looking men, their faces twisted with cruel intent. I knew Fiona's involvement with the Black Dragon group had made her some powerful enemies...
As we rode, I couldn't help but think about Fiona's past. She had joined the Black Dragon group despite my warnings, determined to prove herself as a force to be reckoned with. And she had succeeded, taking down some of the strongest men in the group and earning their respect, she saw it as the only means of survival...
But now, it seemed, she had made a mistake. These men were not to be trifled with, and I feared for our lives, the gangster world is never safe...
The bike screeched to a halt, and I felt a jolt of terror. We were surrounded by our pursuers, with no clear escape route in sight, I could feel my legs shaking and sweat beads forming on my skin....
I held onto Fiona tightly, my mind racing with thoughts of survival. What would we do next?, I haven't achieved my dreams yet, and my momma, I was really trying my best to hold back my tears....