“Enjoy your meal!

” I said with a big smile on my face, placing the plates in front of

my customers, and then I made my way back to the kitchen to grab another order.
“Look! Look outside!” Samantha whispered to me, pointing to the big group that was
standing right outside our diner. “I hope I get their table” she laughed, and I just laughed with
her. For a minute, while I was waiting for the food to be ready, I looked at them – all of them
were boys, maybe five or six. They were having some sort of conversation, but they seemed
mad. I was still watching them when they came inside and sat in my section.
“You got lucky, Grace!”
“Oh, Sam. They even smell like trouble.” I walked up to them, not knowing what to
expect.
“Hi, I’m Grace. Are you ready to order?”
“Yeah…Grace. We might need a few minutes, we can’t decide. Can you come back?”
one of the boys said. I took a moment to look into his eyes, and I felt like I was lost in that
deep blue. He was handsome, I can’t deny that.
“S-sure. I’ll come whenever you’re ready.” I stuttered, making my way to the bar, and
I took a seat on one of the chairs, waiting. I was taking a glimpse of my undecided
customers; they all looked … expensive? I don’t know how else to put it, but they definetly
didn’t belong in this trashy diner. What could they possibly be doing here? Two of them
were wearing suits, but they put their jackets aside, opening a few buttons of their shirt, and
raising their sleeves, giving me and anyone else who decided to look, a glimpse of a few
tattoos: one of them had a big, but somewhat stylish cross on his neck, another had different
symbols on his knuckels. But the thing that caught my eye the most was the big snake that
looked like he was wreathed arund their arms. The other guys, although they wore more
casual clothes, also had that snake tattoo. I wonder what that meant…
“Are you bloody joking?!” I saw one of the guys standing up, pulling out something
from under his jacket. A gun. He started to point it to the one who told me to come back.
“You’re dead, you hear me?! Dead!” My heart was racing so fast, and I felt like I had no air
left. Without realizing, I was heading in their direction. Everyone started to pannick, and I
am sure I heard cries and screams, as everyone rushed to get out of this place.
“Sir, I beg of you, put the gun down.” I found myself standing at their table, with my
pen and paper shaking in fear. This is so stupid of me. What am I thinking?!
“I’m calling the police, you bastard!” one of the customers said. My eyes widened
when he pointed the gun at this poor man, who desperately tried to call 911.
“This is Medici’s business. Don’t you dare interfere. I don’t care if I ruined your
bloody meal!”
Medici. Oh… oh, God. The Mafia.
 “911. What’s your emergency?” as the man was preparing himself to speak, the man
with the gun in his hand stepped towards him, and took the phone out of his hand, putting it
on speaker phone.
“This is Riccardo Medici. We just had a misunderstanding, that’s all.” He spoke with
so much power, he sent shivers down my spine.
“Oh. I apologise, Mr. Medici. Have a good day.”
With that being said, Riccardo hung up the phone, handing it back to its owner. He smiled
sarcastically. “From now on, mind your business.” And pointed the gun to the big windows,
and started shooting like a maniac, breaking the glass into a million pieces.
As soon as he said that, he pushed me down to the floor and I put my hands on my head like
a shield. My heart felt like it could explode at any minute from the adrenaline rushing trough
my veins. This guy created a really big commotion, making everyone fear for their life.
“Oh, come on! I didn’t even hurt anyone. Stop screaming like animals...” he spoke so
casually, like what he did wasn’t even a big deal. I lifted my head to get a better look at this
man, and I felt my stomach drop – he looked rough. He had scars all over his face and neck,
and his eyes matched those of a rabid dog. If insane had a definition, he was absolutely it.
After he scanned the room a second time, he put the gun away and made a sign to those men
who were still sitting comfortably at the table. They all got up like nothing happened, and
headed towards the door. I was still on the floor, looking down like a lost puppy. I barely
noticed the expensive shoes sitting right in my face, and for a moment I thought he was going
to hurt me.
“You... you are done, Carter. I promise you that.” After he said that, he was gone. It
happened so fast that it almost felt like a dream. I realised that he was talking to the blonde
guy that he pointed the gun to. He was right next to me.
Slowly, everyone started to get up. We were all in a state of shock. I got up, looking around
at all the mess, and I knew I won’t leave this place for a while.
“You ok?”
“Yeah... I guess.” I stared at him a little too much, but I couldn’t help it. He was a
perfect mix of half devil, half angel. The contrast of his blue eyes, golden curls and bronzed
skin matched perfectly with his black clothes and tattoos.
“I’m so sorry for all of this. I didn’t think it would turn out this way.”
“For what is worth, I thought I would just have a boring day today. Turns out you
almost got killed in our diner.”
He laughed. “I won’t go out that easy, that’s for sure. Here... for the trouble.” He handed me a
stack of cash. It must have been a few hundred dollars, at least. Obviously, dirty money. Should I
even take money from a gangster?
 “Look... I can’t take it. From what I saw today and heard around town, you’re no good.
And I don’t even know you.”
“I insist.” He placed the money in my hands. “I’m Carter... now you know something about
me. If you tell me your name too, maybe you won’t consider we are complete strangers anymore.”
He smiled warmly.
“Well... I’m Grace. And I’m still not taking your money.” He giggled.
“Maybe I’m lucky enough to see you again.”
And he was.
After this brief conversation, he started to come to the diner almost everyday. He would order
something simple – a beer, a sandwich, even a water bottle. Anything, if it meant that he could get
a chance to talk to me. At first I was hesitant, as I didn’t want to surround myself with this kind of
man, because even the thought of what his life was like terrified me. He never gave up on me... I
could see, clear as day, that I intrigued him because I wasn’t trowing myself at him. I could only
assume that men like him knew exactly the power they held within society – especially within
women. But somehow I gave him a chance. I wasn’t so stiff anymore, I started to let myself laugh
at his jokes that were actually really funny, and even on serious topics, he proved that we shared
the same beliefs. He was actually a really smart man, as I came to find out. The only difference
between us was that I could see the darkness in him, fighting with the good that was left. On the
opposite, I loved to be good and do good, as I always followed the rules and did everything by the
book. But you know what they say, opposites attract.
So before I knew it, we became really close, to the point that I would check the clock everyday
around 2 p.m., because he always showed up on this time, never too early, and never late. And
after he took me on our first date, it was clear that he would be either the best thing that ever
happened to me, or the worst breakup I would come to experience.
California, 1998. Everyone had a story about Carter Gunn. You could go anywhere in town to
hear a thing or two about him. But I was there, and the truth lived within me. He lived by the
blood oath he took when he became the leader. He was the definition of a true gangster. A
gangster prince, ready to conquer the world. I knew he was trouble from the moment I met him,
but I couldn’t help but come back for more. But Carter was different... I knew he loved me, but in
order for me to love him, I had to love the danger that came along. Believe me when I say, it took
a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.
After all, this was a gangster’s paradise. You live with it or you run from it.

April 29th, 1998.

“I think he’s here!” Sam yelled from the living room, looking trough the window, trying to
get a better glimpse at Carter.
“How do I look?” I asked her, looking in the mirror at every tiny detail.
 “You’re gorgeous.” She smiled. “Just go and have some fun, you deserve it.”
“You’re going to be good here while I’m gone?” I said as I grabbed my purse and headed
towards the door.
“Oh, nonsense. You worry about me while you have a smoking hot man waiting outside.
Go! I’ll wait, and we can have a glass of wine while you tell me everything.”
She opened the door for me, and I waved her goodbye with a big smile on my face. She is indeed
a great friend. We’ve been by each other’s side since college, sharing an apartment and working
together. I guess you could say she is my person. My family was in a completely different state, so
she was the closest thing I had to a family member.
As I walked towards his car, I felt butterflies everywhere in my body. This was our fifth date
already, and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the emotions. You know that saying, when
you know you know? I felt like we knew each other since the beggining of time. Even though the
circumstances of our first meeting were not the best, he turned out to be really nice... a true
gentleman by heart. Still, I knew very well that I was dancing with the devil. And I loved every
single step.
He opened the door for me, and once he got into the car, I leaned over for a kiss.
“You look really nice today.” He smiled and kissed me back.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, mister.” I giggled as I pulled away, and I looked at him
with pure adoration in my eyes. He returned the gesture, and I felt like a teenager again, not
thinking too much of it... just enjoying the moment. While I cannot deny the fact that his presence
brought me joy and happiness, a part of me still wanted to know the bad, gruesome truth about
him. I knew what the whole town knew... he is a gangster. I had an idea about what that really
meant, but I wanted to hear it from him, to have that talk. But how? He never withheld his
emotions or feelings he had towards me, but deep down I couldn’t help but wonder... was it just a
mask?
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“I keep thinking that even if this is our fifth date, we still failed to approach some topics
about ourselves.” This is why I loved being around him. Usually, I was shy and didn’t really speak
my mind. With him, it comes naturally.
“Oh...” He looked concered. “Well, if I had to guess, it’s about the things you heard about
me.”
“Yeah. I won’t run out this car if you are at least a little bit honest with me. I just want to
know what I’m dealing with, you know?”
He took a moment to breathe. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully.
“While I walk this earth, you won’t hear me say I’m a good guy, because I’m not.
Sometimes... well, this job requires coldness, for the most part. And fairness.”
 “So you’re not denying what they say? That you’re a ... a...”
“Gangster? Murderer? No.” He sounded very serious. “I have my fair share of sins that I
will pay for one day. But I’m not the devil. I did choose this life tho, because I didn’t really see a
brighter future for me, and now the only way I can step away from this is in the trunk of a car,
with a bullet in my head.”
When I heard the word “murderer”, my blood ran cold. I couldn’t imagine him hurting somebody
like that.
“So there’s no way out?”
“No way out. I took an oath, and signed it with my blood. Seems like for me, death is the
solution to all my problems.”
I paused for what it seemed like forever, trying to think of a good answer to this new information.
He knew he was in the wrong, probably more than anyone. But the problem with me was that I
was so invested in this relationship, that I knew I wasn’t about to leave him. He offered me safety,
comfort, respect, and love. He made me feel like he was protecting me, and in a way, he really did.
“Please say something...” I could see the pain in his eyes, probably thinking I was about to
get out of the car and leave him for good. I knew it wasn’t the brightest decision, but my heart
wanted something much stronger than any sense I should have had.
“Will I be safe with you?”
He sofltly lifted my hands to his lips, kissing them. “The safest.”
“And what about the guns, and threats, and the danger?” I had shivers down my spine just by
thinking about our first meeting, and that man raging with the gun.
“I can’t promise that everything will suddenly stop, because I’m a lot of things, but a liar is not
one of them. I’m just a member of their business, so I’m either doing what I’m told, or...”
“Yeah, the trunk and the bullet in the head. I know.”
“But what I can promise is that I’ll protect you with my life.”

We spent the rest of the night as any other couple would – we had dinner, took a walk in the big
city, and he even bought me a big bouquet of roses when we passed a flower shop. In that moment
of my life, I didn’t realise the severity of my actions. I willingly put myself in danger. But for him,
I thought it was worth the risk. I never loved like that before, and I would’ve done anything for
him. I would lie if I said that he didn’t love me back. But Carter was complicated – he loved the
power and the respect he got. After a few months, I realised with great sadness that there was no
way he would give up this life. It wasn’t just a lifestyle anymore, it represented him. And the
greater the power, the thirstier the man is. It’s just in their nature. Power tends to corrupt, and
absolute power corrupts absolutely.
June 7th, 1998.
This was a particular unforgettable night.
I was asleep when the doorbell rang. As I was home alone, as Sam had a night shift, imagine my
surprise when I heard it. At first I assumed that someone pulled a prank on me, because I wasn’t
sure who could be at my door at 3 a.m. I got up and looked trough the door sight – it was Carter.
I opened up as fast as I could.
“Carter, baby, what are you doing here?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he fell into my arms, and I quickly realised he was bleeding. I grabbed
his face and screamed his name, again and again, with tears forming in the cornes of my eyes.
“I wanted to see you...” He cracks a big smile, and I saw the blood he had in his mouth, covering
his teeth. His breathing was rough.
“This is no time for jokes! Are you hurt?” I tried to keep my calm, but I found myself looking for
a stab wound, or a bullet wound... anything. I just couldn’t lose him like that.
“I...I have a cut. There.” We were sitting on the floor, and I placed his head in my lap. He showed
me a wound on his hand, and when he lifted his shirt, I could see he was cut pretty bad.
“Oh... let’s get them cleaned up.” I helped him get on the couch, and I brought the first – aid kit. I
started cleaning the wounds as best as I could, and he stood still, almost like a child when his
mother cleans up a small wound after he failed to ride his bike. I put the bandages on as best as I
could, and I saw him clech his jaw in pain. I felt a lot better knowing that he wasn’t stabbed or
shot, but still... I couldn’t help but wonder what he got himself into.
“I’m so thankful I have you.”
“You got some explaining to do, mister.” I put my hand on my hip. He smirked, and he looked
awful with part of his face swollen, a black eye and bloody and muddy clothes.
“I got into a fight with one of the guys. We found out he was stealing money.”
“Really?” I raised my eyebrow, trying to read his body language, but he was like a rock when it
came to this kind of stuff. He kept a straight face, just nodding his head.
“I didn’t really want to go to a hospital. I hate them.” He looked at his feet, not wanting to make
eye contact with me.
“Look at me.” I gently touched his face. “The most important thing is that you’re ok. And I hope
he learned his lesson.”
“He’ll be alright.”
“Please, don’t do something you’ll regret. Spare him, just once.”
He smiled and pulled me into his arms. “You’re too good, Grace.”
“Will you stay the night?” I asked, almost begging him. Since the last time I slept in his arms, I
couldn’t wait to do it again. He was my safe heaven.
“Of course.”
I didn’ really like to ask questions... I didn’t know what to believe. From what I saw, his wounds
and bruises were credible. But if that was the case, it was one hell of a fight, from both sides. We
never spoke about his lifestyle, and in the cases where we did talk, I didn’t want to know more
than necessary. It gave me nightmares sometimes, just the thought of my beloved Carter doing this
gruesome actions towards someone. It didn’t sit right with me.
I hugged him tight for the rest of the night, thinking about the moment when he collpsed into my
arms. For a moment there, I thought I lost him. I was so scared of losing him, and this moment
alone showed me just how much I was hooked to him. There was no way I would back out now, I
was too invested. I looked at him, while he peacefully sleeped next to me. My heart was aching for
him while I studied his bruises and those cuts I somehow managed to patch-up. But then, my
thoughts ran to the other guy, and how bad he was hurt. I wonder if he had anyone to care for his
wounds, to hug him?
They hurt each other for money, for power. They used the law of jungle – this code dictated
survival by any means possible. They were exactly like animals, fighting for their spot onto the
top. Most of these man had families, friends and girlfriends waiting for them at home, hoping and
praying that when they go out the door, they come back safe and sound. Soon, I became one of
them, praying to God that my beloved won’t return to me in a coffin. Boy...was I wrong.

July 21st, 1998.

“I’m so nervous!” I laughed, looking out the window.
“They will love you, I promise.” He placed his hand on my thigh, and it managed to calm
me down a bit. I was about to meet his mother, and his step – father. Carter told them a while ago
that he met me, and his mother was ecstatic. I knew Carter didn’t really have serious relationships,
or most of them, even if they were serious, didn’t last long enough.
I was away from my parents, as they were all the way up in Virginia, and even after college, I
didn’t move back home. I saw Los Angeles as an opportunity, and I took the job at the diner in
order to save money for my dream – I studied economics, and specialised in marketing. My dream
was to open a restaurant, elegant and sophisticated. But that took a lot of time, patience, and
money that I didn;t possess yet.
I wish my parents were able to meet Carter, and finally see me happier than ever. I knew for a
while that Carter’s biological father had left him and his mother when he was only three years old,
and it really took a toll on him growing up – his mother struggled a lot to raise him as a single
parent, until one day when she met Robert, a man who stepped in without hesitation to raise the
little boy as his own. Now Carter, all grown – up, is doing his best to show his grattitude towards
him, and visits often, as I recall him telling me. But this time was different, because I knew he was
so proud to introduce me to his family.
“We’re here.” He parked the car, and we both got out. It was such a simple, yet modern home. The
alley towards the entrance was filled with roses on each side, and I could see how deeply they
were cared for. We didn’t even have time to ring the doorbell, because his mother already opened
the door and greeted us with a big smile.
“Oh, my boy! I’ve missed you so much!” She hugged him tight. “And you must be Grace! Look at
you, you’re so lovely!”
“Yes, thank you so much!” She also hugged me, tighter than I expected, but I returned the
gesture. She was such a warm person.
“Oh, God! I didn’t even introduce myself. My name is Angela.” Carter looked exactly like
her, as they both had natural, curly blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Their face structure was
almost identical, it was crazy.
“They’re here?!” I heard a man’s voice coming from from somewhere in the house. When he
approached the doorstep, my heart dropped instantly – he was in a wheelchair, and I could see
how fast he was trying to spin the wheels, so he could see us. I smiled at him before he even said a
word. He looked like such a nice guy, you could see it all over his face just how happy he was. He
even had tears in his eyes, but his smile radiated pure joy.
“Dad...” Carter stepped forward, leaning towards him for a hug. I could see the love and respect
they shared.
“It’s so nice to see you, kids. You must be the beautiful Grace we kept hearing so much about.”
“I’m so happy to be here and finally meet you!”
“Let’s get inside, the food is getting cold!” His mother said and rushed us inside. Carter stayed
back with his father for a second, and I decided to give them a moment to themselves, while I
followed Angela into the kitchen.
“Can I help with anything?”
“Oh, dear. You are a guest, I can’t put you to work.”
“I insist.”
She accepted after a few more tries, and after we set up everything, we sat down and ate. She
surely had a gift, because her food tasted like it came right from Heaven. We had small talk,
getting to know each other. They were such good people, and for a moment I felt like home. I
could see Carter from across the table, smiling. In that very moment, I thanked God for
everything, good or bad, because it lead me to this point in life.
After dinner, Carter and Robert went outside to discuss about the car they were trying to bring
back to life. From my understanding, the reason why Robert was put in a wheelchair was because
of an accident he had a few years back. And he refused to get rid of the car he had the accident
with, stating that he promised Carter since he was only nine years old that someday it will be his.
Before all of this, Robert used to be a mechanic, and he taught Carter everything he knew, passing
down to him his passion for cars.
“They always bonded over cars.” Angela said while we were still sitting at the table, taking a sip
of her wine.
“Yeah, I can see how much they care for one another.”
“It’s good to see him happy, it suits him. Thank you so much for that.” She took my hand and
looked me in the eyes, and all I could see was a mix of gratitude and sadness. “It’s been a while
since I’ve seen him smiling.”
“Oh...” I didn’t really know what to say. “Please, you don’t have to thank me.”
“But I do. You are an angel, and believe me when I tell you, he needed someone like you.”
“Oh, you’re too kind.” I was surprised to hear that.
“I was so worried about him. You know, that street racing he’s doing... he could get hurt, or even
get arrested! You know how police treats street racers!” So this is all that she knew... it wasn’t
really a lie, because sometimes he did actually participate in races, but it was more like a hobby to
him. She probably thought that all the money he sent was from winning races.
“Don’t worry about it, really. I know it’s not the best thing for him, but I can assure you he’s safe
and nothing bad will happen to him.”
She nooded, but remained silent. I felt so bad to lie to her, but I knew it was for the best.
It wasn’t long until we headed back home. In the two – hour drive, I made sure I scolded him for
lying to his mother like that. I knew he could never tell her the truth, as it would ruin her
completely, but that look she had when she imagined her son being hurt never left my mind.
“You know why I had to do that, baby. I have to protect them.”
“ I know., but I agree with her. I fear for your safety everyday.”
“Besides the fact that I’m being Jack Ketch everyday, I promise you have nothing to worry
about.”
We didn’t head straight home. We stopped at the beach, and took a long walk, enjoying the waves
and the warm sand. He put his hand on my shoulder, and we kept walking like that in complete
silence. And it felt good to have nothing to say for a while, just being in each other’s presence.
“I could see how much they both love you.”
He remained silent for a while. He already knew everything I was about to say, and I already knew
the answers.
“I’m trying to be better, you know?” He broke the silence and stopped walking. “But it’s so hard
for me to do the right thing sometimes.”
“Do you think you could ever step away?” I was hoping for a certain “yes.”
“I’m getting there. But I still have some things to take care of, then I’m all yours.” He said,
grabbing my waist and pulling me into an intense kiss. I wish I could just stay here, in this
moment. It felt so good to be loved and cared for. I was dreaming about our life toghether, when
he would step away and be finally free from everything. How foolish of me to think I deserved
that kind of endind to my story. My happily ever after.
“I love you so much, remember that. Maybe it’ll keep you going.”
“I love you too, my angel.”
Having somewhere to go means you have a home. Having someone to love means you have a
family, blood or not. Having both means you are beyond blessed. Carter and I were blessed, but
cursed as well. Life doesn’t ask if you are prepared for what it may throw at you, and no one asks
if it’s too much or not – you deal with it. What else could you do?

August 30th, 1998.

“I think you’re just messing with me!” Carter helped me walk, as I covered my eyes with
one hand, while I used the other to let him guide me. Suddenly, he stops.
“Open your eyes.”
I was shocked beyond words. I was standing in front of a big, luxurious mansion.
“What are we doing here?”
“I just bought it!” He said and showed me a pair of keys. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He always
told me how he dreamed about a big, lavish home. But seeing his dream come true warmed my
heart. I jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“How?” I said as I broke the hug, looking into his eyes.
“I saved a lot of money in the last year, and finally I made an offer they couldn’t refuse. Do you
like it?”
“I love it! But it must have been so expensive!”
“It was... but it was totally worth it. Let me give you a tour.”
The entrance had mahogany double doors, that were painfully hard to open. My eyes instantly set
on the security sistem he had, and I could bet my money on the fact that he had one at the entrance
gates. As you walked in, the first room of the house was the foyer. It had dark hardwood flooring,
complimented by the big, glass ceiling that invited the natural light inside. The stairway was
placed right in the middle, and it seemed like it was made from the same hardwood as the floors.
When you walked forward, you were greeted by a big livingroom, with big windows on the left
side, as big as the wall they were on. I came to the conclusion it was an italian style mansion,
because of the way it was decorated. It had a big, rustic rug in the middle, right where the couch
was seated, along with two armchairs, in front of the chimney. An all glass coffee table was put
there as well, and on top of it was already a vase with fresh sunflowers in it. In the back of the
couch was another table, but this one was made of wood, and was slightly bigger. On top of this
one, another vase with sunflowers was placed, and also some books. Then, in the corner, right
beside one of the big windows, was a piano, and the brightness it had, as it probably had never
been used, reflected into the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
“What do you think?”
“I love it! It’s breathtaking!”
“Wait ‘til you see the rest.” He smiled and we hugged again.
“It’s so elegant... It suits you.”
“It could suit you as well.”
“Huh?”
I knew what he implied. But I decided to play dumb, to give me a minute to completely
understand his question.
“Well, this house would be empty without you. Whenever you’re ready, you could move in full –
time, if you wish.” I saw the hope in his eyes.
I took a few moments to respond, breathing in and out more than necessary. “Do I have to give
you an answer right away?”
“No.” He looked a little disappointed. “But you’re always welcomed here, and you could at least
stay for a few days. It’s a start, right?” He smirked.
“That I could do.”
We continued the tour of the mansion, and it was incredible. Deep down I was thinking about the
amount of money he spent here, and where it came from, but I brushed the thought away as
quickly as I could. I loved the fact that I was by his side in this big moment of his life. He was
smiling the entire time, still keeping the keys in his hands. When we arrived in the garage, it was
like he just walked the Gates of Heaven.
“Wow.” I was speechless. I was looking at a few million dollars, at least, just sitting nicely in his
garage. I recognized some of the cars, but he had at least ten.
“Let me present them to you. They are my babies.” I laughed harder than I should have. “This was
my very first car. It’s called a Toyota Supra, and it came around ‘93.” I was paying attention to
everything that he said. I looked at the car – the color was a little too much for me,, as it was a
bright orange, with designs that resembled angels on both of the doors. The keys were on the
passenger seat, and when he turned on the car, a strange green color came from underneath.
“What’s that?”
“It’s LED. I thought it was cool.” He turned it off, and walked towards another one. “This is a
Ford Mustang, from ‘67. A masterpiece.” I looked at it, and I was immediately in love. It was red,
and it looked timeless.
“Wow. I love this one.”
“Take the keys, they’re on the passenger seat as well. We’ll take it for a ride, what do you say?”
“Yes!” I laughed while I took the keys and followed him towards another car. This one I
recognized myself, as it was a brand new orange Bentley Continental. “Are you for real?! This is
worth a fortune! How?!”