“Damn, baby—good choice.”
“What is it?” I ask.
“A Lamborghini Aventador LP 770. This right here is a two-million-dollar ride.”
“Holy shit, cars cost that much?” My eyes bug out of my skull in disbelief.
“Oh yeah. There's many more that cost more than that,” Trikk responds with a smirk.
I shake my head; that’s craziness.
Before I can open my mouth to ask how he’s doing this, he’s already got the door open, leaning down and inside the car.
“Keep an eye out,” Trikk whispers.
My heart pounds as I look around. But I don’t see anyone.
I wonder how long this will take?
Suddenly, I hear the engine start, purring like a freaking kitten.
“Get in, baby. Hurry,” Trikk says in a rush.
I dash around to the passenger door. I don’t see a handle—what the fuck?
“Um, Trikk...?”
He opens it for me from the inside. My brows raise at how fancy it is.
I dive inside, loving the new car smell.
Trikk pats the wheel in appreciation.
He puts it in gear, and we speed up and around a weird ramp of sorts.
“How the hell do we get out of here? What kind of garage is this?” Words tumble from my mouth as a million thoughts clogmy mind at once. Is this too risky? Probably. It's a war in my mind between staying put for safety, to needing to just get the fuck out for a while. No matter how I dice it up, one fact remains. Danger is nowhere near gone, even in the Compound.
“A parking garage, like they have at businesses and stuff. Have you never seen one before?” Trikk glances at me in disbelief.
“Nope,” I mutter, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
“It’s okay, I totally understand,” Trikk reaches over, caressing my cheek.
I lean in for a moment, his touch calming my storm.
We drive up and around more, than I spot a large door.
“How?” I start to ask, but Trikk pats around the visors, finding what he’s looking for.
It's a small remote. He presses a button, and the door rolls up.
“And we’re out!” he hollers in triumph. “So, where to? I can punch it into the GPS.”
“You decide, I have no clue. What is a GPS, anyway?” What in the hell is that? How much shit am I still ignorant to?
“A digital, live map, basically.” Trikk pats my leg.
“Oh...”
