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"You promised me a race!" I grumble, throwing a pillow at Kylian. Right before the mafia ball, he said he'd race me but he's been throwing it off, which obviously means he's a pussy.

"Ivory, the doctor said you need rest. R-E-S-T?" he spells it out for me and I roll my eyes.

"C'mon Kylian, it's been three weeks it's okay if I go out," I plead. He simply just shakes his head, not bothering to respond. Wow, talk about being sassy.

"Kylian," I say sternly and he looks up at me. "You're always out doing God knows what while I'm being forced to stay home soooo bored. If you don't come hang out with me, I'll still leave just without you."

He stays quiet for a few seconds, debating on whether he should go or not. "Fine," he answers and a big smile appears on my face. "Yayy, thank you, Dory," I say with excitement in my voice as I jump up from the couch.

"Be ready in ten, then you can finally get the race you've been wanting which you'll lose at," he taunts, leaning back on his office chair.

"Oh, really?" I laugh at his words. "We'll see, cutie." With that, I leave his office and rush to my room.

Isiah, the absolute goat, managed to import my beauty of a Skyline GTR R34, exactly like the one from Fast and Furious that my favourite character Brian O'Connor drove. Guess what. The outside design of the car is the exact same as his too.

That's a good way to spend my assassin money, don't you agree?

I grab my keys and put on an old Ferrari F1 jacket. I look at myself in the mirror, scanning myself from head to toe to make sure I look good. Who am I kidding, I always look good.

I'm wearing black cargos with a tight black short sleeve top which goes perfectly with the jacket. Black on black on black. Just how I like it.

As I walk downstairs, I meet Kylo. "I heard you're racing Kylian," he informs me. I nod my head skeptically. "Just so you know, we all placed bets on who'd win."

"I know my girls voted for me," I shrug, giving him a taunting wave as I walk past him and continue going down the stairs.

I see Kylian waiting for me in front of the huge doors. He eyes me up and down as if I can't notice. Well, he doesn't look too bad himself.

I always see Kylian in a suit. Like, he's seriously always in some fancy suit made just for him in Italy. The only time I don't is when he's wearing sweatpants and a normal t-shirt for when he goes to bed.

I prefer him without one but- woah, um what am I saying? Stupid brain stop thinking about him like that.

He's wearing green cargos with a black shirt that just manages to fit him perfectly, outlining his abs and fitting tightly around his biceps. His silver chain pops out around his neck but it's hidden under his shirt. He's wearing silver rings and a watch to match as well. Is it getting hot in here?

"Want a picture, darling?" he chuckles, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I'm good, darling," I mimic his tone of voice as I copy his nickname.

"Oh, I know you love the nickname, Rory," he teases, slinging his arm around my shoulder as we walk out of the house. "There's no point in trying to deny it."

"You're a really confident guy, you know?" I tell him, looking up to meet his blue eyes. "Like, you were so sure I was going to fall in love with you, you're so sure you're going to win the race now and you're so sure that I love your silly nicknames?"

"One, you already are in love with me, princess, you just haven't realised it," he corrects me. I scoff at his words. His head is so far up his ass. "Second, I am going to win and last but not least, those nicknames aren't silly."

Just as I was about to respond, two guards come up to us, ready to bring our cars to the front. "Scratch it and I'll kill you," I warn as I had over my keys. Can you blame me? I'm not trying to have anyone ruin my Brian O'Connor car.

"Quite feisty there, love," he chuckles, also handing over his keys. "Wait till you see my car then you'll understand," I shrug.

He's seen my daily Skyline which is a newer version of the Brian O'Connor one and it has a dark metallic purple wrap instead. It's beautiful but it's nothing compared to my baby.

I bite my bottom lip in nervousness as I watch the guard drive up to the front. He gets out at throws the keys to me and I practically jump in excitement.

I haven't driven this baby in a while.

"That's your car?" Kylian asks, his brows raised and he emphasises the word 'your'. "What?" I tease, running my fingers across the front of the car. "Jealous, De Luca?"

"Ivory, usually I would deny anything you accuse me of," he utters, "but fuck yeah I'm jealous." I let out a laugh at his words. "I didn't know you were such a big Fast and Furious fan."

"Oh, Kylian. If there was one Fast and Furious fan left... it would be me," I tell him with a shrug as I open the car door. If they had no fans, then I'm dead.

"Hmm, I feel like it would be me instead but whatever you say," he disagrees, and before I could reply he gets into his BMW M5. Yes, it's a Comp, but it won't beat my baby. I may or may not have added NOS and other very illegal modifications to my car...

He rolls down the window and shouts, "What's your number?" Oh... "Tryna ask me out on a date, De Luca?" I chuckle and he slaps his head.

"No, so I can send you the address you idiot," he huffs. Whatever you say. I give him my number and a text with a location pops up on my phone a few seconds later. "Meet me there then we can race."

"Then you can lose," I correct him and he simply shakes his head and speeds off. Sassy. I grab my phone and save his number as a contact. "Kylian Mbappe⚽️💋" is what I save him as. Perfect.

I then start my car and drive through the gates. This is going to be light work, easy race.

***

My brows furrow as I slowly drive up to the location Kylian sent. There's a huge crowd of people, and I mean huge. I might accidentally run over someone if they don't move out of the way.

I park my car and get out. The first person I see is Kylian and he's talking to someone. "English, please?" I ask, annoyed. I really got to learn Italian.

"Don't act like you don't find my Italian attractive," he teases, throwing his arm over my shoulder. Huh, no I do not.

I simply roll my eyes at him and focus on the man in front of us. "She's the one you're racing?" the man asks, looking up at Kylian. He nods his head in response.

"With that car," he says, pointing at my Skyline. "That's gonna be a tough race."

"That I'm going to win," Kylian and I say at the same time. Gosh, he's such a copy cat. "Copy cat," he mutters under his breath. And he reads minds.

"Let's just race, yeah?" I scoff, taking his arm off me. "Whatever you want, princess," he winks as he gets into his car. I hate that nickname.

I get into my car and pull up to the starting point. A woman walks up between Kylian's car and mine. "Ready?" she asks, looking at me and I nod my head then she does the same with Kylian. "Go!"

Fire comes out of the back of my car as I rev and press on the gas. My car speeds off, in front of Kylian's. What did I say? Easy race.

A turn comes up and of course, I want to be on the inside, but he cuts me off and now he's ahead of me. "Vete a la mierda," I curse as I drift the sharp turn.

My eyes widen at what I see up ahead. A bridge. Not just a normal one, the middle of the bridge is going up. Shit what?

I press on the gas harder, speeding up, and as my car drives up the bridge and off it, it lands the craziest jump. Oh my. That's the best thing I've ever done.

Kylian is still ahead of me but I press on the NOS and my car speeds past him. Got ya.

My car crosses the finish line and not even two seconds later, Kylian crosses it too. I step out of the car to hear the crowd screaming. Why thank you.

"I almost had you, I swear," Kylian laughs as he steps out of his car. "Key word: almost," I taunt, tapping his chest.

"What do you what?" he asks. "What?" I question.

"You won, so what would you like?" he uttered, tucking a piece of my hair behind my hair. Oh.

"Anything?" I ask, looking up at him. Gosh, why is making eye contact with him always so intense? "Anything," he confirms.

"I would like..." I pause, taking a moment to think. He could give me anything. This is a super hard question.

"Let's go get ice cream!" I exclaim. Okay, it's random but I'm feeling some cookies n' cream ice cream right now. He laughs at my excitement, "Okay, Rory. Let's go."

He gets into his car and I get into mine but as soon as I do, my phone starts ringing. "Kylian Mbappe⚽️💋" calling.

I pick up as I drive away from the crowd, "Who's this?" Of course, I know who it is. The one and only Kylian Mbappe. He was my doctor once.

"Seriously, Ivory? You didn't save my number," he scoffs. He seems a little too butt-hurt about this. Clearly, he cares. "I'm just joking, dummy. I have it saved as Kylian Mbappe with some emojis," I tease.

"Your name is perfect," he remarks. I can imagine the smirk playing on his lips. It's definitely something bad. "Tell me," I plead but all I get is a simple "nope".

"Ugh," I groan in annoyance, "whyyyy?" I don't even think this man tries to be annoying. He just is. It's a part of who he is, you know?

"Because," he simply replies. "Just because?" I scoff at his words. "Maybe I should change your name to Sass King."

"What?" he quickly replies, shock in his voice. "Fuck no, please and thank you. I am not sassy."

"I don't know whether to laugh or gasp, Kylian," I admit. "Do you not realise how sassy you are?"

"No, and that's because I have no sass in me. I can't believe you're talking though," he chuckles. Wait what?

"Kylian, I promise you that you are a thousand times sassier than me," I roll my eyes even though he can't see.

"Rory, if you were in front of me right now I'd put you in the tightest headlock ever," he says. He really is confident. "Are you sure I wouldn't make you fall on your ass?" I question.

He doesn't reply but he laughs instead. So he's agreeing basically. Knew it.

I stop the car at a red light and turn to see Kylian already looking at me through the window. He gives me a wink before running the red light. Is he crazy?

I speed up and follow him. "Why would you do that, you idiot?" I practically lecture him. "You know that we're in Italy, right," he says. I'm not following. "And I'm the Italian Mafia leader, right...? So I have every cop here on my payroll. You are slow, damn."

"Ohh," I mumble under my breath, dragging the word out. In the distance, I notice a fire. Not only that, but I hear blasting music. Yep, a party.

"Kylian," I call out, "change of plans, let's crash a party."

"You can't be serious," he laughs but oh, I am. When I don't reply, he knows that I am. "You're forcing me to go, right?"

"Definitely," I smile, pulling up to the party and parking my car a few meters away. Kylian does the same. Of course, he does the same. He's my little copy cat. You just asked him to go with you- um shut up, brain?

We both get out at the same time and when I walk up to him, he throws his arm around my shoulder for the third time today. He's obsessed with me, isn't he?

I grab a drink from a table and before I can take a sip, Kylian grabs the bottle and throws it away. "What the-" he cuts me off.

"You are not drinking some random drink, you don't know what's inside of it. Not just that, but it might mess with your meds," he speaks. Why is he acting like that? "Since when were you so responsible?" I laugh.

"Since-" he stops himself and clears his throat, "since the beginning because you've always been so stupid," with that, he flicks my forehead.

"Fuck you," I huff. That actually hurt. "You wi-" he tries to say but I interrupt. "Maybe I do," I shrug, replying to what he was going to say before he even did.

His brows immediately furrow at my words and he lifts my chin so my eyes meet his. "What?" he mumbles.

"I don't know, Kylian," I shrug again. He rolls his eyes when he realises what I was doing, "You just love playing with my feelings, don't you?"

"It's not like you would want to anyway," I reply, referring to him fucking me. All he does is shrug. He doesn't, right? "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"I don't know," he mimics my voice. "Ugh, first I don't sound like that. Second, you seriously have a copying problem," I scoff, trying to push him away from me but he just pulls me right back. "Only when it comes to you, love."

I choose to ignore him and scan the party. So many drunk people dancing and laughing, having the time of their lives. The speakers blast Italian music that I've never heard but it's surprisingly really good and the scent of cheap alcohol fills my nose.

I also notice something else. We're on a hill and below us is water. "I dare you to jump." Yes, I'm that childish.

"As if you would jump," he rolls his eyes, brushing my words off. And he says he's not sassy. That's a sass king right there. "Yes I would, but you wouldn't," I challenge him.

"Nah," he shakes his head lightly, "I'll do it right now then, darling. But don't pussy out, yeah?"

"I'll jump first then," I shrug. Since he thinks I'm going to pussy out. Me? Ivory Fernandez. Sure.

"No you won't," he practically laughs in my face. Oh? Well, now I have to. "Watch me," I mutter, taking off my jacket, pants, and shirt.

He eyes me up and down, his eyes focusing on the scars and cuts that are just starting to heal. I clear my throat, drawing his attention away from that and onto me. "Who's the pussy now?"

"Not me," he huffs, starting to remove his shirt and pants. I almost die out of laughter, "Why are you wearing basketball shorts?" I cover my mouth, trying to hold myself.

"I was gonna go hooping with Kylo," he says, unbothered. "You know I ditched him for this?"

"Wait? You play basketball?" That's definitely something I need to see. Sweaty, basketball Kylian.

"I can play whatever sport you'd like, princess," he taunts.

"Whatever, jump in," I tell him but he just gives me a look. "Why me first?" he asks. Yep, sass king.

"Fine, I will," with that, before he could reply, I run and jump off the hill, cannonballing into the water.

As soon as my body goes under, my smile fades and memories resurface.

"Talk," he yells, splashing cold water on me again. I shake my head. Why won't he just take no for an answer?

I start to panic and no matter how much I moved my arms and legs, I wouldn't resurface.

I feel the water ripple as Kylian jumps in. He places both hands on either side of my waist and we both resurface together. "I've got you, Rory," he mutters with a small smile on his lips. He always does.

I wrap my legs around his torso and my hands behind his neck. We both don't talk and I wish I could say the silence is awkward between us, I really do but it's honestly just a comfortable silence.

He pulls me in closer and my legs wrap around him tighter. He's so close to me. His lips are right there.

My fingers weave into his face and I play with his curls. "Rory," he calls out under his breath. I hum in response. "Why do you do this to me?"

"What do you mean?" My hands move from his neck down to his shoulders. He's so fit. They're like boulders, oh my.

"Next time you get this close to me, I won't be able to stop myself," he almost whispers. His thumbs moving in a circular motion on my waist.

"Oh," I breathe out. What the fuck am I supposed to say? He's got me speechless.

He doesn't say anything either, but he picks me up and throws me away with a big grin on his face.

His smile is cute.

After I land in the water, I start splashing him but it doesn't bother him since he goes under the water. Shit. Where is he?

I turn around, scanning the whole area. "Kylian, come out!" I yell. "You're not funny, I promise you!"

I jump as I feel two hands grab onto my hips and throw me into the air but he quickly catches me again as he resurfaces. "Stop it," I huff, slapping his chest.

My eyes flicker to his lips as he licks them. "Awh," he teases, "did I scare you, Rory?"

"Whatever, we jumped in, so can we leave now?" I complain. He raises his brows at me and his lips tilt up into a small smile, "You challenged me to jump and now you want to leave already. You really are such a princess."

"No, I'm not," I roll my eyes. If I'm a princess, he's definitely sassy. "Okay but, can I get my personal De Luca transportation, please?"

His smile fades at my words. "Fine but only because the doctor said you need to rest your body."

I grin at his reply and jump on his back. Favourite transportation ever. "She said I need to do that for the first week only, dummy. It's been three weeks now."

"Is my new nickname 'dummy'?" He chuckles. "You know what, now it is since you gave me the idea," I reply, my hands playing with his hair. He is a dummy so it fits him perfectly.

He gets me out of the water and I'm still on his back as he walks up the hill. Wow, I'm really getting that princess treatment right now. I still hate the nickname though.

He grabs our clothes and continues walking to our cars. "I'm definitely giving you five stars after this, De Luca."

"Sadly, anything for you," he sighs, finally dropping me off in front of our car. I open the boot, pulling out some towels.

"Should I even ask why you have towels in the back of your car?" he tried to hold himself back, but a small laugh slips his mouth.

"Kylian, check what I have in here. Vomit bags, a first aid kit, change of clothes. This car is my precious baby and I got to be prepared for anything,"

"That's cute," he chuckles, ruffling his hair with the towel to dry it. Cute?

"I'm gonna go in the car and get changed, then let's go back home. Forget about the ice cream, I need sleep." I love sleep.

"No worries, Rory," he replies, "we'll get your ice cream another time." Why thank you.

***

We made it home and I took the best shower of my life. That was the best, most relaxing everything shower I've ever taken.

My hair is dry and I'm all ready for bed but I really have to thank Kylian for today. I don't know how, but that was the best fun I've had in a while. I can't tell that to Riley and Bella though.

He made me feel... I don't know how to explain it, just good, you know? I've been feeling like shit ever since the kidnapping but today I felt good.

I guess I'm happy that I met him.

I walk to Kylian's room and knock on the door three times. When he doesn't answer, I simply just walk in, and oh... he's not here?

Just as I was about to leave, I hear the bathroom door open and close and I turn around to see a shirtless Kylian, who just come out of the shower.

"You good, Rory?" he asks me, as he dries his hair with a towel.

I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I can't take my eyes off him. Water drops onto his abs, making them look even better than usual. And oh my... his towel is so low that I can see his V-line and it's so defined.

You're standing there like an idiot, speak! "Um, yeah," I manage to let out. "I just wanted to talk to you real quick."

He turns around to face his mirror. "About?" About your sexy back muscles, oh my.

"I just wanted to thank you," I mutter. He turns back around to face me, "Thank me for what?"

"For," I start to say as he takes steps closer to me, "for distracting me today, I had fun." If he gets any closer, I think I might faint.

"Am I talking to Ivory Fernandez?" he asks with a dramatic gasp. "There's no way she just said that to me."

I slap his chest playfully. Or maybe I just wanted to touch his abs- girl, shut up. "I'm being serious, Kylian. Thank you."

He takes another step closer to me and at this point, we're as close to each other as we were when we were swimming. "You don't need to thank me."

"I want to," I mumble, staring into his blue eyes. It's getting hot in here.

"I'm happy that you're happy," he says, a small smile plastered onto his face. Now I understand what he means when he asks what I'm doing to him. Because now I'm getting that feeling too.

My hand slides to the back of his neck and the other behind his back, pushing his body onto mine as I crash my lips onto his.

Shit. Why did I do that?

He snakes his hand around my waist and the other on my cheek. After a few seconds, he pulls away. "Are you sure?"

I nod my head and a smirk plays on his lips at my words. He doesn't hesitate to pull me into another kiss, this time more aggressively.

He slowly backs me up against the wall, my hand gripping his hair tighter as he does so. What is he doing to me?

I feel my stomach flipping upside down when he bites down on my bottom lip, earning a groan from me.

He swipes his tongue against my bottom lip and at this point, my legs are about to give up. He notices and doesn't hesitate to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his torso -his sexy abs- as one hand is around my ass and the other still caressing my cheek.

His lips leave mine and he starts kissing my jawline. "You do crazy things to me, Ivory," he mumbles in between kisses. I better do.

His kisses turn to hickey and he moves onto my neck. My head leans back as he continues. You're telling me I could have had this ages ago?

He carefully lays me down on the bed and then straddles me. No words get exchanged he grips onto the bottom of my shirt and then looks up at me. I nod my head, reassuring him that it's okay and he takes it off for me.

His hands run through my chest, then my stomach, and lastly my many scars. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you earlier."

My hands reach to his face and I force him to meet my eyes. "It's okay Kylian," I reassure him softly. "It's not your fault."

He doesn't reply and instead, he places kisses on every scar I have. What are these feelings I'm getting in my stomach?

When he's done, his kisses get higher and higher until they meet my lips again. I love this. Maybe I love-

My thoughts pause when he bites my lips and his hands grip tighter on my waist. Oh my.



UMMMM... yes i ended it like that😜

ANYWAY THIS CHAPTER WAS TOO GOOD..... WHICH MEANS SOME DOODOO STUFF GOTTA HAPPEN LATER....

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