Night flowed across the road like a black cloak studded with distant diamonds. The deep rumble of the gold Lamborghini Aventador dominated the desert silence, each acceleration echoing like metallic thunder. The car sounded like a caged beast, spewing energy from its exhaust pipes, and behind the wheel, Vergil drove as if he had nothing to prove to anyone.
This wasn't just a machine. It was a symbol. Luxury, power, speed—and, to make matters worse, he'd simply stolen it from Sapphire's garage. There was a 99% chance it was Katharina's car, which only made the scene even more absurd. But Vergil didn't seem to care.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was completely different. Alexa was sitting on his lap, since the Aventador only had two seats. Her body fit almost perfectly, her generous curves molded against his, while her orange hair with green tips swayed in the wind escaping through the cracks in the window.
