The Stubborn One

Episode 3

I got out of my car and took a deep breath my ears quickly adjusted to all the noise around me, I could hear people screaming and John the reporter on the speaker.

“Ladies and Gents I have to say this has been the most intense race that this underground has ever seen give it up for our winner, She Devil.” 

Don’t judge the name ‘She Devil’ me and the girls made it up one night when we were very very drunk, drunk to the point we don’t remember coming up with it.

I take of my air forces and slip into my heels as the girls and I would be going out tonight.

Rafael Romanos POV 

My best friend Carlo Ivano and I decided to take a trip to America before we stepped up as leaders and somehow the little asshole decided to sign me up for an underground race as if underground racing isn’t the only thing I do at home.

I thought I had it at the race but then the sneaky little bastard f****d me over and somehow won leaving me shocked and furious.

As I got out of my car I was confused to see a girl changing shoes, it was hard not looking at her ass but my mind then filled with finding the mother fucker who beat me.

I was surprised when the flag girl with the tiny skirt and only a bra went up and lifted the girl who was changing shoes hand and the crowd cheered.

That just makes this s**t even more f*****g fantastic that’s going to put out a good word once it reaches Italy.

I eyed the girl up and down my hate for her growing at every second as if she has not humiliated me enough she comes up and puts her hand out for me to shake.

I give her a pissed of look and wasn’t gonna shake her hand but ended up shaking because I wouldn’t want to be seen as a sour loser.

I look her up and down, this girl actually raced in a f*****g dress and still beat me, she’s wearing a dress that reached just below her ass and even though she’s short her legs seem to run for miles, her blond hair falls over her face and her eyes are concentrated on me.

“piccola ragazza (little girl) shouldn’t you go play with your doll house.” I said not taking the bored look of my face.

“Excuse me.” She said, her whole face changing from the proud to the pissed.

She pulled her hand away and walked off.

Ella’s POV 

I look at the person who I just raced to find a young looking guy he looked pissed but sexy.

His hair was pushed back and he had a jawline that could cut through you, his green eyes pierced through me with annoyance and his olive tanned skin made me want to just touch him.

What the f**k where is my mind taking me.

I walk up to him proudly and put my hand out to call it a truce.

He toke a while to shake my hand but eventually did.

“piccola ragazza (little girl) shouldn’t you go play with your doll house.” He said making me near scream at him this asshole actually said that to me, I have no clue what the first few words were since I don’t speak whatever language he’s spoke in.

“Excuse me.” I said pissed and looked at him standing there boredom over his face.

I decided to leave because he’s ruining my mood because of his sexist behaviour.

I walked up to my friends and said,

“Let’s go.” They nodded and we went to the counter got my money for winning the race and then got back into my car allowing the girls to get in and then started driving.

“Hey you ok?” Lizzie asked.

“Of course she’s ok did you see the sexy piece of meat she raced.” Allison said, Lizzie just rolled her eyes, Lizzie is lesbian and in a relationship and her girlfriend is the sweetest thing, I feel bad that such a sweet person like Ruby is part of a gang.

“You wouldn’t think so but I do.” Allison said to Lizzie.

“Back to Ella are you ok?” Allison asked. 

“The sexy piece of meat also happens to be a sexist asshole.” I said really really pissed.

“I know how much you hate people like him Ella but forget it because you will never see him again and you won and we are going to celebrate.” Allison said the last part so hyped up you’d think she’s already drunk.

We get to the club so the girls and I finished getting ready adding a little bit of lipstick and mascara fixing our hairs dresses and shoes and then walking out, locking the car behind us, I actually need to check the state of my car because if it’s all wrecked my dad would kill me so I would have to get it fixed before he saw it.

“Do you guys have your scrunchies?” Lizzie asked like always being the responsible one.

Don’t start judging us yet me are not vsco girls however we saw these scrunchies that open up to be a drink cover that only has a little hole big enough for you to fit your straw the rest is covered so our drinks don’t get spiked.

We keep our drinks in our hands all night and we are highly trained to detect any danger or motion but a slip up would be highly dangerous.