The lady with Ambitions

Chapter 11

Caden's words were drowned out by the roaring of sports automobiles around him.

My eyes are fixed on the road ahead of me as I hear motors on each side of me. I don't even look at the two motherfuckers who believed they could beat me at the one thing I liked the most.

I know I will win; I always do.

When the flag comes down, my foot instinctively slams on the gas pedal of the red Bugatti Chiron, and the car rushes down the empty road.

As I accelerated, I could feel all of my pent-up wrath release. My eyes were fixed on the road, and the sound of my automobile filled my ears.

Everything went past me as if it were nothing; it all blended. Nothing.

I don't even bother glancing to see whether the other two drivers are close behind me; I know I'm far further ahead. I knew I'd already crossed the finish line and didn't bother to stop for the cash reward.

I merely kept going, my automobile increasing speed as it approached 240. I didn't care.

I knew it was late and that the sun would rise in a few hours, but I didn't care. It wasn't like I could sleep anyhow.

I am not sure how long I was driving, but it was long enough that the sun had already begun to rise.

When I arrived home, my car was ready to pull into the driveway, I observed a familiar person going down the sidewalk.

My gaze couldn't help but follow her as she went, her hands tightly gripping the straps of a broken-up bag.

She pissed me off.

I could see right through her falsehoods, her phoney grins, her hands twisting around each other when she was scared, and the fake innocent act she failed to pull off when I challenged her about knowing me.

Everything about her ticked me off.

I could clearly remember her face from that night, the dread in her eyes, the fresh cut on her cheek, everything.

Why the hell was a female alone in an alleyway so late? She had to be some kind of lousy spy.

I tear my gaze away from her as I drive into the home to put on my uniform. f**k, I despised that uniform, as well as the entire school and everyone who attended it.

They were all completely fascinated with my life for years. Every day, I returned to school to find more people chatting about me as if they knew me.

"Mr Agosti, the private driver, has already left with Ace to school; you're late again." Some old maid who has worked here for who knows how long says this as she trails after me.

"No s**t," I mutter, slamming my door shut behind me in her face, while I remove my shirt and grab the new uniform from my desk.

How has her lazy ass not noticed I've been riding my motorbike to school for the past two years instead of that horrible private vehicle with Ace?

When the maid starts hammering on my door, I let out an annoyed grunt.

I don't bother buttoning my full dress shirt as I grab my virtually empty backpack and shove past the maid who is waiting outside my door.

I take my black helmet and enter the enormous garage filled with sports vehicles, passing each one until I reach my motorbike.

My fingers are securely wrapped around the handlebars of my motorbike. I felt my jaw clench as I accelerated down the street, disregarding the red light and the vehicles honking at me.

I vowed to murder her because I despised the brain's ability to retain certain memories for a long time while allowing others to fade quickly. I would torment her until the last scream from her lips and the last drop of blood left her body.

Nobody knew.

No one knew what occurred. It made me sick just thinking about it, it made my head spin, and it made me want to see her blood on my hands even more, the cries of anguish when I killed her, exactly like the screams of misery she gave me.

How come no one noticed? Why did no one question why she was so f*****g tactile with me? Why did no one notice my vacant eyes? No seven-year-old should ever have eyes like that.

I remove my helmet and run my fingers through my hair as I walk into the school to my lesson.

"Mr Agosti, you've been late every single day this year, when will you learn." Mr., who knows his name, grumbles. I ignore him as I take the seat, watching Irene stiffen at the mention of my name.

What was she f*****g terrified of?

I sigh and lie back in my chair, noting Irene's knee bouncing up and down uncomfortably beneath her seat.

My brows furrow as her skirt begins to ride up from her quivering leg, and I clear my throat while kicking her chair.

She stops, and I sneer, turning my head to merely gaze out the window as the teacher speaks for an interminable period.

The lesson felt like it went on forever today, and I was ready to leave when a balled-up piece of paper was hurled at Irene's head.

My blood was already boiling when I realized it was Eric Petroski. His father owned several hotels around the nation; you'd expect him to be professional, but the fucker was obnoxious.

" Hey! "Look over here, you freak!" He snickers in the same high-pitched voice he's used since middle school.

As he throws another paper at her, I shift my gaze to Irene. She simply let him humiliate her, keeping her head down and without saying anything.

"Isn't your town filled with criminals? "You better not steal anything from this school, f*****g servant." He spits, and I tap my fingers on the desk, growing increasingly irritated.

He was growing more punchable, and his speech just made me want to shut his f*****g mouth.

Irene remained seated, listening to Eric and his buddies laugh at her.

I roll my eyes at her lack of effort, and as soon as the bell sounds, I see her grab her bag and almost race out the door.

Pathetic.

My gaze moves to Eric, and I get up, watching his eyes widen as I approach his desk.

I take him by the collar and force him up from his seat, staring down at his horrified expression.

"P..p..please no." He tremors, urgently attempting to get free of my clutches. The entire class appeared to be watching now.

Unfortunately for his ego.

I land a punch directly at Eric's face and listen to him cry in pain before delivering him one more for good luck, disregarding everyone else's shouts and the teacher's attempts to break up the fight.

He would not stop me.

He couldn't do it. Nobody here could. Only my father, but he refused to expel me from the school he owned. Most of the time, I had detentions and suspensions, but that was the worst of it.

"You can either apologize to her, or I'll personally pay you a visit later, got it?" I snarl and push him back in his chair hard enough that he falls over.

He furiously nods from the ground, clutching his now bloodied eye. He looked too pristine, like a f*****g Ken doll.

I collect my luggage before heading out into the crowded corridor. It seems like the day couldn't get any more unpleasant.

" Caden, I am holding a party tonight! "I was wondering if you wanted to come over?" Leslie's nasty ass voice was already a giveaway.

The girl who wanted her father to set up an arranged marriage with me. It did not work. My parents refused any type of planned marriage, and I rejected her in front of her family and friends.

I assume she wept, but I don't recall much of it.

"No, maybe next time," I say, headed to my next lesson. She followed me like a leech.

"But that's what you said last time and you didn't come..." She whines.

" Really? That's odd." I respond sarcastically, my gaze drawn to Ace, who is chatting to Irene about something that has caused her entire face to flush crimson.

Why was he so interested in her? And since when has he preferred brunettes?

"I hope to see you there anyways, later Caden." She laughs before going up to her buddies, who had been watching me the entire time.

Fucking creeps.

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