6- Game On

Was the approval of this deal right? Do I like this?... I look like a desperate woman, or maybe I can use this deal against Clark. If he wants to play, then I'm in, but what about Peter? He wants Clark to man up for his feelings and to stop womanizing, but can we stop him? He's a bad boy and a gang leader for Pete's sake!

I already know that they're in a gang. Well, everyone knows and that makes all women more attracted to them. Since third-year high school, we've been schoolmates and all I know is that they're rich as hell, obviously famous, and one of the most powerful gang leaders in the state. So, all in all, how the fuck would I tame Clark? What if, in the end, I'll be the one who gets hurt? Just thinking about it made my heartache.

We'd been on the road for, I guess 25 minutes now, when suddenly, Peter takes a right turn, slowly entering an abandoned building, as we approach the large door that I think is only for vehicles, two large bodies of men standing at the entrance. Peter stopped his car in front of the two men. He then rolled down his window and I saw what the two men looked like up close. The one who lowered his head to peek at us had a thick mustache, and his body was so big and scary. He had no hair and I could actually see how shiny his head was.

When he saw Peter's face, he nodded his head, which signaled that he knew Peter. He gestured his hand, indicating that we could go in now. Peter nodded his head to the man and then rolled up his window.

"Do you always come here?" I asked as I glanced at him.

"Not really, we only go here when Clark races." He said, not looking at me. I then turned my gaze in front of me and was amazed by what I had just seen.

As we entered, I noticed that it was an underground drag race. There were so many people there. Some were talking with each other and the others were checking the vehicles that were roaring throughout the place.

I averted my gaze at Peter who, now I think, was looking for his friends.

"So, you're not racing? Only Clark does?" I asked him, confused.

"Yeah, I'm really into cars, but I'm not that good at racing. Clark still has the title around here, no one can beat him." He said, still looking ahead.

"Oh," I just said. I have always known that Clark was really good at racing but I didn't know that he was this good. As in really good. I didn't say anything after that.

We were now heading to the center and as we approached closer I could see Clark's Red Lamborghini Aventador. It has 740 hp and a claimed top speed of 217 mph. I know everything about that car because it is my dream car. When I graduated high school, my parents bought me a car. I thought that they had bought me that car, but instead, they gave me a red Mercedes-AMG GT S. My dad said that he didn't buy a Lamborghini Aventador because it's too fast for me and they were afraid that it may cause an accident for me.

When I was in my third year and fourth year of high school, I started to race, but on legal tracks and I always won. I love racing, but in recent months I couldn't race due to our family vacation in Paris. I tried to race there but my parents wouldn't allow me. As you can see, they're strict when it comes to my safety. I can't blame them because I'm their only child. So, they gave me everything I wanted except racing illegally.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when suddenly Peter nudged me to my side, making me jump a little.

"We're here." He said, smiling at me.

"Don't worry, just act natural." He said and reassuringly smiled at me. I nodded and smiled, he then got out of his car, jogged across to his car, and opened my side door. I said a soft thank you to him and climbed out. He then closed the door behind me and slid his hand on my waist, making me squirm, but I immediately coped up.

Suddenly, we were met by Tofer, who was hanging both of his hands on two women at his sides. The two women wear super tight body dresses and heels. Who the hell wears these kinds of clothes on a race track!? This place is not a fucking club!?

Tofer took off both of his arms from the shoulders of his two whores and then smiled at us playfully while wiggling his brows, he approached Peter, and then they bro fists and patted each other's backs.

"So what's the catch between you two?" Tofer suddenly asked, looking at us back and forth and smiling.

\"I'm now dating him, bro, this is our first actually," Peter said, smiling and looking down at me, then suddenly Tofer whispered something to him. The reason I suddenly diverted my gaze in the other direction, is because I feel awkward when someone's whispering beside me.

As I scanned my eyes around, I saw in the distance Clark with the same bimbo he was kissing in the cafeteria. And guess what they are doing!?... Yup!! They're sucking each other's faces again!! What the fuck is right!?

I felt a rage of anger heating in my ears and my chest was aching in pain because of what I saw. I felt really stupid coming here. Am I still doing the right thing? I feel like it was just starting but I already lost it. I looked down, not wanting to see more of their make-out session; I didn't want them to see me cry. Not in here...Not ever.

Suddenly, I felt Peter's hand slightly squeeze the side of my waist, causing me to squeak, Then when I looked up, Peter was staring down at me. He nods his head while smiling at me. I think he already saw Clark and the bimbo. I fake smiled, I didn't want him to think that I was too vulnerable and then I felt his hand traveling from my hands up to my shoulder and into my nape. Then what he did next shocked the hell out of me...

He fucking kisses my forehead!! And take note! A long one... I know, I know. It's not a big deal but we're not together and it's really awkward in my place...

My eyes went wide like a golf ball, and then his lips came near my ears, making me shudder.

"He's looking at us right now, I saw him kiss Mitch when he saw us... Walking out together in my car." He said, then he backed out. But still, his hand was on my waist. I looked up at where Clark was, then our eyes met. I could see through his eyes that he was pissed. His brows are furrowed and if looks could kill, I think I could have been buried 10 feet under the ground already.

What do I fucking do now? He's the one who kisses someone every time I'm in front of him. Wait? Did Peter say he kissed Mitch when he saw us get out of the car together? So... Does that mean Clark is jealous? But I doubt it. After all, he is the badass Clark David.

Then suddenly an idea popped into my head. It will be fun...

He's still staring at me while the bimbo named Mitch has snaked his hands around Clark's shoulder and chest. He's not even paying attention to what she's saying. I slowly looked him up and down, taking in his handsomeness, his black slate hair was styled messily, he was wearing a v-neck white shirt that hugged his well-defined chest and abs and he topped it with his black leather jacket, then faded blue jeans and combat shoes. A fucking gorgeous man! Worth a drool girls!

I playfully smirked at him while wrapping my arm around Peter's waist and I put my other hand on his chest. I didn't look up at Peter but I could feel that he tensed up at my touch, maybe because he was surprised by what I did. I focused on Clark's eyes, just staring at each other like we were now the only person in this place.

Clark tilted his head, then he made a confused and, at the same time, pissed look, then suddenly he wrapped his hand around Mitch's waist, making the bitch giggle. The bitch moved her head to his ears and whispered something, making me huff in annoyance. Clark saw what I did and he smirked at me and grabbed Mitch more to his side.

So you want to play huh bad boy... Well, game on!!