6/22/17
Holy ****.
I stole my first car last night.
It was even more of a rush than shooting Zagan was.
Antonia said we were going dancing? it was one hell of a dance. I was drunk when I agreed. She told me coffee, head to toe black, and sober enough to drive. Then she left. I ended up getting sober with food, coffee, and physical activity. He went by Stitcher, drank strange things, and answered the door to get the pizza stark naked, grinning like a madman. We ate, chilled out a little more, then he left. Thirty minutes later I was showered, outside and dressed from head to toe in black just as instructed. Antonia rolled up exactly at two, driving her own sleek black vehicle with an engine that growled.
Highway, uncrowded nighttime road that yawned on for forever. We drove to some town outside the city. Parked outside, prowled on in. It didn?t take long for us to get where we were going, and when I saw the car, I just knew that was the one we were searching for. Sleek, bright cherry red, Ferrari. It was absolutely gorgeous. It wasn?t long before we got to work.
There is so much more to stealing a car than someone would realize. The fine tune you have to play to get the engine turned over and rolling, all that hesitance from the moment you pop the lock to the relief that floods when the engine turns and the car flares to life, and the rumble that follows. Antonia showed me how to do everything I needed to get it started. Which wires to cross, circumnavigating the alarm system so it doesn't trip and alert everyone around that hey, Something is amiss. Look at all the flashing lights and the car making all the noise. It was confusing at first. I had no idea what she was showing me, then it all kinda clicked, maybe it was the adrenaline.
The engine rolled, and we both hopped in the car, and took off. The engine purred and hummed, a fine machine. Once we got back to Antonia?s car she told me to get behind the wheel of the Ferrari and to keep up. I just kinda grinned. Then? That?s when the real fun started. It?s also been like forever since I?ve been behind the wheel of a car, and jesus, never something as nice as that one. Mmh. Antonia took off in a growl of churning gears and a cloud of exhaust, and I wasn?t far after. There was nothing stopping us on the way back to Rhy?din. Our cars flew over the highway asphalt, unhindered by lesser vehicles. It was exhilarating, fast, freeing. It was so freeing, oh my god, having the control of a beautiful machine like that, with the radio blaring and nothing but the song of happiness humming deep within me.
It was comforting, those fabulous moments last night where it was just me, the Ferrari and the asphalt beneath us. Believe it or not, those fast flying moments felt? I don?t know. They felt like home? I?m not positive, as I?ve never really felt at home anywhere, not even in my own skin, but there was something that just felt so?right about being behind the wheel as the world went by me in a blur of harmonious chaos. I could have driven all night and not looked back until the sun shook me from that beautiful reverie.
But alas, all fun must have some kind of an ending. Ours came when we found the familiar twists and turns of the Rhy?din streets, down dockside. It was there that I learned the other half of things that come with stealing cars; selling them. This one?s a little more tricky, because there are people involved, and people, especially people who buy stolen goods are normally untrustworthy?.. but then again, what does that say about the people that steal them? I watched, I was quiet as Antonia weaved words and worked out what seemed to be a rather decent little sum for the car. I made mental notes of the little things she did to work it in her favor.
Like having a glamour, but she doesn?t hum of such things, not that I am aware of.
And then when the time came for the guy to hand over the money, it was Antonia he offered it to, but? instead, with a simple nod he came and handed it to me. The envelope was fat, and filled with more money than I?ve ever seen. More than I have ever been able to call mine, even with everything I have managed to save up the past couple months. I even had to get a bigger jar.
After everything was said and done? we went back to Antonia?s for breakfast along with mimosas as we sat on her roof. We watched as the sunrise crept up on the city, warm and bright with golden warms and pinks. Then we crashed, and crashed hard. Slept in till late afternoon, and after? After we went shopping, and did girl stuff. Lunch, nails, little spa time.
I brought back a slew of lacy black things, summer clothes, and whole entire leather outfit for Siobhan, just because I ****ing love her, and she?s done so much for me, it?s the least I could do. She cooed like a little girl, and her face lit up. I also got the journal I am writing in right now. Even though I had more money than I ever had, Antonia still paid for everything with that little black card, insisted that I needed to save it.
And now, here I am, writing it all down so I never forget it, not that I think I will. Would I do something like this again? In a heartbeat. The rush, the freedom, the money that I could make, just by plucking something from someone who could go out and buy another toy in 2 seconds flat? Why not? The world has never given me anything good, except for Siobhan, and the good friends I have made here. If you want something, in the end you?re going to have to take it for yourself, and claw your way up the proverbial food chain until you find yourself on top.
I?m not even sure what Nick would say. Given, y?know, I?m technically a detective. Who looks into things like stolen cars, missing people, crimes the watch doesn?t make any effort investigating. I have to have a relatively decent image of sorts, right? But I can keep a secret. No one ever needs to know what happens under the cloak of the night time sky for me. It is my business, and my business alone.
Detective by day, criminal by night?
Why the hell not?