Lesson Twenty-Eight - Never Trade Respect For Attention.
After half an hour I came back down the stairs now wearing a black tank top with a leather jacket thrown over the top. I was also wearing ripped black skinny jeans and boots that went up to my knees. I had my hair fixed and straightened and make up on. I looked at lot more presentable than I did, that was for a fact.
"Why do girls always take so long to get ready."
I looked down over the railing at the top of the stairs to see Riker standing there with his arms crossed, a impatient look in his face.
"Why do guys always have to complain." I said rolling my eyes as I started to make my way down the steps.
He sent a smirk my way as he looked me up and down. "It's in the job description."
"Well then it's in ours to." I remarked looking up at him when I reached the bottom of the stairs.
He just rolled his eyes this time and grabbed me by the wrist. The burning sensation returned when he touched me again. Neither of us had mentioned about what only happened less that an hour ago and it was probably for the better. God knows what trouble I will get myself into if I went into that detail.
"Come on we only have half an hour before the race starts and we need to get the car from my house."
I yanked my hand out from his grip and gave him a pointed look. "I used to race and I have plenty of my own cars. Do you not think I have one that matches the standards."
He crossed his arms again having me a pointed look. "Alright then Princess let's see what you've got."
I gave him a cheeky smirk. "With pleasure."
I started to lead the way to our massive garage and put in the pass code. The door opened and we walked in the lights turning on as we did so. The ground was painted white and walls too. Cars were everywhere but these ones were just for show. My baby lay not that far away but that's not the car I needed right now.
"No offence but these cars aren't going to cut it Princess. They are nothing but cars used to show off." He said speaking what I was just thinking.
"Chill out." I said walking to the back of the garage. There was another code panel and I typed in the number. A few seconds later the wall started to retract and more cars were hidden behind it. These cars though were everything a street racer could ever dream off. When I had free time I worked on them to make them even better something I didn't really get to do anymore. Some of them were even custom built from scratch but I knew Riker wouldn't have any faith in them in such short notice.
"What the fuck." I watched as he looked around the room in amaze. I didn't blame him there was a reason this room was so protected. There was cameras everywhere and I was sure the security guards were watching the area like a hawk with the door being open.
I watched as he ran his hand along the W Motors Lykan Hypersport a car that is worth 3.4 million and that was before I got my hands on it. I customised the engine to be a even better and the inside of it was even more high tech. It was probably worth 10 million now and it wasn't even the dearest one in here. Far from it.
Riker looked at me amazed. "Is this what the true rich spend their money on."
I gave him a weird look. "You have just as much money as us."
"We have blood money princess, we can't spend it like you without being caught we have to be smarter. With your fathers Empire if the cops came looking there would be a good reason for these cars."
I seen his point I guess. Sometimes I forgot just how rich our family was.
"What type of race is it?" I asked looking over my cars. Each other have their own specialty.
"Distance race, with tight corners and small alleyways."
I nodded walking over to my Mclaren P1. "I'll take this one." I pointed out as I walked over to another panel to get the car keys from it. Frankly I was always surprised I could remember the codes.
"You sure?" He asked with a frown. "The P1 is known for its infamous handing, the fact that there basically is none. It's called the widow maker for a reason."
I opened the key box and lifted out the car key. "Is the big bad mafia heir worried about little old me?" I mocked as I walked over to the car and opened the drivers door.
He leaned over the top of the car and gave me a pointed look. "I just don't want your blood on my hands Princess. I don't need your father hunting down my ass because clearly from looking around here he can afford to find me anywhere."
I ran my hand through my hair and got into the car. I ran my hands over the steering wheel and watched as the car roared to life. Riker looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"All my cars are customised with a finger sensor. So even if someone did get this far to steal them you need the key near the car and my finger print or someone else from my family to turn it on."
He looked at me with a unbelievable look and leaned back in the leather seat. "You really do have to much money Princess. I'm surprised you mom didn't try to take your dad for even more."
I shrugged. "My mother didn't have a leg to stand on, she cheated on my dad."
It wasn't a big secret what went down between my parents, the news was all over it when it was happening. In fact I found out through the news that there divorce was happening before they even got a chance to tell me themselves.
I turned my attention and exit out of the sat nav on the screen. I knew how to get there like the back of my hand what I wanted was the controls to the car. I turned off the traction control and over rid all of the other built in controls. I wanted to control the car myself.
I pressed the button beside the screen that connected me to the security room. "Guys will you open the doors and gates for me?"
It was a few seconds before I heard a voice respond. "Of course Miss Lyra. Is there a time we should expect you back?"
I took a quick glance at the clock. "About 2 in the morning, Matt."
"We shall be prepared for your return Miss Lyra."
"Thank you."
I watched as the path in front of me lit up with lights and I put the car in gear driving it out of our garage. I loved how smooth the car felt under my control. It had been a while since I had driven any of these cars. I missed it.
"So what is this race for?" I asked as I knocked the car into second gear and drove out of the garage.
There was silence before he spoke. "There is a truce between us and Zane's Mafia and a few of the smaller gangs around these area but there has been arguments on who should be in charge. So ever wins this race gets that honour." I could tell he was holding back details but I said nothing. I wasn't apart of his mafia or any others.
"Will it not be a problem that I don't work for you?" I asked with a frown on my features. I fixed my wing mirrors as I drove. Hayden was clearly the last one to drive this car. Damon hated this car and there was no way my father would go near it. Cole on the other hand never really drove any of these cars.
Riker scoffed as he looked out the window. "No where in the rules did it say we had to be the ones racing. Sure Ashley is racing for Zane."
By his tone of voice I had a feeling it was a touchy subject so if I was nice I wouldn't have mentioned it anymore. I wasn't nice though.
"What happened between you and Ashley?"
He put his arm around the back of my seat and texted someone on his phone with his other hand before putting it away.
"You sure are nosy princess." He gave me a pointed look. "But nothing we were never really what you would call together in the first place. I don't really do relationships and if I did it wouldn't be with her. You can't trust that bitch as far as you could throw her."
"True." Ashley was famous for getting her way even if it meant sleeping her way to the top. I had no respect for her, she didn't have any for me either anyway.
The rest of the journey was quiet. Though it wasn't long before I heard and seen the crowd gathered at the underground. Now I know what you're wondering how does this go on without us all getting caught, well it's run by some of the richest families in the country. It's amazing how easy it is to pay off the cops.
I glanced around as girls with hardly any clothes on danced on top of cars. I would kill someone if they danced on top of my car with high heels on. The bitches would die.
Slowly I move my car around the other cars and people. A group stood in front of my car as I tried to get through and I rev my engine and they jumped out of the way like there life depended on it. I laughed at there reaction and kept on making my way through the crowd.
I wasn't going to lie I missed this scene. Riker told me to pull over into a spot where a group of people were standing. They must have been apart of his group and they all gave my car weird looks. They wouldn't be able to see who was in it because my windows are completely blacked out.
Riker pulled out a gun that was tucked in the waist band of his jeans and handed it to me but I didn't take it.
"I have my own." I said pulling up the leather jacket to show him where the gun lay.
He just shock his head and gave me a grin. "That's my girl." My heart sped up at that sentence and I did everything possible to try and slow it down.
Me and Riker were nothing to each other but with everyday that past and with every comment that was made between us something in my head pushed me towards him. I was always a sucker for a bad boy though.
Bad boys were bad ideas. I loved bad ideas.