An Act of Release: Order & Chaos Book 2 by Samantha Wolfe

Author:Samantha Wolfe [Wolfe, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-20T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Ford

I got out of my truck and stared in awe at the vehicle I'd parked next to in the Purcell Auto parking lot. It was an Aston Martin Vanquish in a deep dark red. Holy hell, it was fucking gorgeous, goddamn expensive, and I knew its V12 engine could reach sixty miles per hour in under four seconds. The thing sat low to the ground with the front end looking like it was snarling viciously, yet the car was elegant and refined with flowing clean lines and its paint gleaming in the sun. The British didn't mess around with their high end cars. I'd never seen one in real life. I walked around it, trying not to drool as I gawked openly at it. I might not want or need a car like this, but I could certainly appreciate it.

"I don't give a bloody fuck," an angry male voice suddenly spoke in an English accent behind me.

I turned to see a tall fit man about my age dressed in a tailored light-gray suit striding toward me with a phone pressed to his ear. He walked with an arrogant authority that instantly put me off. I studied him closely. His short-cropped dark hair was expertly cut, and his chiseled jaw and crystal blue eyes looked familiar. More than likely, I'd seen him at one of my mom's parties or charity functions, but I couldn't recall a name to put to the face.

"Make it happen, or you'll be looking for new employment by the end of the day," he continued in a cruel clipped voice as he stopped several yards away. He lowered the phone and ended the call without another word, glowering at it in his hand. Hell, he sounded like an asshole. I was glad I didn't know his name.

He glanced up and saw me standing next to what I now assumed was his Aston Martin. His eyes focused on me, taking in my bare tattooed arms and my scruffy casual appearance in worn jeans and a tank, then gave me a look of open disdain. Pretentious fucking prick. I wondered what he'd think if he knew I had that same Tom Ford suit in my closet. I didn't dress up often, but I liked the way the high end designer suits fit and could afford them, so I had several.

"Nice car, man," I told him in a friendly voice, wanting to see how he'd react to me. His eyes narrowed as he continued walking toward me. His eyes glanced over to my '65 Ford F-100 pickup, and his disdain turned to disgust.

"Thanks," he said in a dismissive tone as he breezed past me. I watched him open the Aston Martin's door, the luxurious scent of high end leather wafting up out of the car.

"How much does one of these things run?" I asked, playing dumb and wanting to push his buttons a little. I hated rich assholes like this guy. It reminded me of who I could have been if I hadn't worked to better myself.

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