Chapter 23 Frank

• The thought of Melissa's had immediately crossed my mind after the meeting with Big T, I knew he wasn't messing around. He never does. I had pulled into my car quickly as soon as I got a call from home. One of the guards had told me about Melissa's move. How they had left the house with Gustavo giving his consent. It was a ridiculous move to do after giving him a clear and succinct instructions. He would tell me one good reason he has not to punish him later when I meet him.
• Lucky for me, the car I had brought along to the meeting point was a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, with a 0-60 mph time of 2.5 seconds and a 0-124 mph time of 8.6 seconds; the fastest ever of its brand, with its blue pristine body suited to my taste. I had bought it majorly as a race car, but then that I needed it most, it came in handy.
• I slammed the door, giving the engine a big rev. As I drove off, the sound of the Aventador's tires squealing on the concrete, reverberated around the parking lot. My focus sharpened due to the adrenaline fueled by the urgency of the situation. Every second was measured.