65. Driving Lessons

Marcus’ POV

The black shiny dashboard and the low sound of the tires rolling along the pavement. The feeling of the slick steering wheel underneath my finger tips brought the memories crawling back into my head. My Dad never knew how many times I'd raced with my school mates, using this incredibly hot blue monster. I pressed on the turtle as the gate swung open, the car propelling me right into the compound until I was at the foot of the mansion.

It was a fine Sunday morning with wonderful weather filled with the mild rays of sunlight and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. After a stop at the carwash, the BMW with mild scratches at its sides was looking newer that ever. The seats were leathered again after the thorough cleaning. I could almost wish the car still belonged to me,but no matter how much I loved it, the Ferrari, my dream car, would always be my first choice…

A knock at the window had me shrugging, my eyes shifting to see Tallulah waving at me from behind the glass.