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If there was one thing Macy loved more than life itself, it was Sports cars. She could never get enough of them.
She thus joined drag races with the hopes driving one and she drove many when she was on China and when she was newly returned to DC since her and Lion met in China when he had gone to visit a friend and for vacation and he saw her race.
He immediately gave her his card and promised to take care of her when she returned home and he did.
Macy just stopped when he bugged her day in day out about them being together.
So, her seeing these many sports cars and in the swme garage, it made her heart leave her chest for a while.
“Oh my God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Waaaaaaaa!” Macy screamed as she ran towards the garage and started touching and hugging this car to that to the other one until she couldn’t take any more and tears of happiness fell down her cheeks.
“Why are you crying?” Asher, who had been standing on the side watching her with amusement all along asked.
“I am just so happy. I never thought that I could ever see so many sports cars in one place.
Even show rooms don’t have this many. I can now die in peace father for I have seen thy glory,” she said looking upwards with her arms raised and Asher couldn’t help but sneak a photo.
He was sure that his brother has never seen this side of the girl he was in denial about.
“So, will you take me with you or not?” He now asked with confidence after he saw her reaction.
He knew she was sold.
“How many do you want to go to? I WI take you everyday as long as you let me drive one of these,” she said as she continued touching and admiring them and her hands stopped at Lamborghini Veneno 2014.
“I want this one,” she said as she looked at its sleek body.
“Done. Just remember to take me with you today and take good care of her,” Asher said and Macy smiled as she looked at it and already imagined herself in it.
“Not today,” she said absent mindedly and Asher almost flipped.
“What do you mean not today?” He screamed at her.
“What are you screaming for?” She screamed back startled because she was in her own world.
“What do you mean not today?” He asked.
“Oh, that?” She now understood.
“Yeah. That,” he answers sarcastically.
“I mean that today I registered to run the motorcycle one.
So, we can’t take the car today.
Do you fear motorcycles?” She asked him and Asher almost shook but he wasn’t about to show her.
“No. No. I didn’t. I mean I don’t,” he corrected himself and looked the other way to hide his face from her.
“Good. Because today, you will be given a ride on one of the most expensive bikes in the world around DC by a girl,” she said as she wrapped her arms together in anticipation.
She missed the thrill and the money that came with such games.
That was how she was able to take care of herself even when Angela and their manager Julie made sure that she got no jobs.
Asher looked at her excited face and wondered how to get himself out of the ride. He feared motorcycles since one of his high school friend lost his life on one.
He was juts riding it for fun one evening when he rammed to a truck head on.
It was after post mortem that they learnt he was drunk but that didn’t change the fact that ‘he had Ben killed by a motorbike’ notion especially to Asher who hated them since then.
But Macy didn’t know that and Asher had no intention of telling her after he had bragged that he was a red belt because he knew that she wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.
“I am bored and hungry and don’t know what to do now since you wake me up,” Macy said as they locked the garage and Macy noticed that the key locks were similar.
“Wanna play video games and order take out?” Asher asked and his phone started ringing beforeacy could answer.
“Oh, sorry. I am needed at the office. I have to go but you can’t leave tonight without me.
Wait for me. Okay?” He asked.
“The race starts at one and we leave here at eight because we have to go and help strategies and keep and eye on the police.
If you aren’t here by eight on the dot, I am leaving,” she said and started walking away.
“I will be there. Let’s hurry so that I can open the gate for you,” he said and Macy realized that she was about to give herself up.
She didn’t want Asher to know that she knew his key code combination because she couldn’t promise that she could stay away from those fruits.
After she got back to the house, she went straight to the kitchen and started looking for something quick to fix.
It was at this time when she was bending over the freezer looking for bacon did a maid come in.
“Young miss, just tell us what you want to eat and I will prepare it for you,” she said and Macy smiled at her.
“It’s okay really. I don’t want to be an inconvenience and I can do it.
I am just fixing something light don’t worry.
And please call me Macy. I don’t why you call me young miss,” she added off handedly and she saw the maid tremble.
“We can’t. It’s first young master who asked us to address you like that,” the girl said and walked Towards Macy.
“Let me help you,” she said and Macy just nodded.
It was hard to argue with someone who was used to following orders.
“Wash those spinach for me,” Macy said as she decided to make a salad, bacon and eggs and a toast.
She knew it was not appropriate to eat such light foods at such a time but she wanted to keep it light because she wanted to be on top form during the race.
It wasn’t like she needed that money but she needed Richard to see that she wasn’t made for high society and kick her out.
But she wasn’t happy with the way Asher took the whole thing lightly. What if his brother did too?
If he did, then Macy would have to look for some other more convincing reason.
She ate in the kitchen and cleaned after herself and then went to the game room.
Since there wasn’t anyone who could play with her at home, she decided to do it online.
She logged into her account of Road Rage and sent a message to be seen by anyone online asking for a challenge.
Her player ID was Lucifer’s Sister and withing seconds, Arch Angel replied and accepted the challenge.
It’s a miracle that I am the Arch Angel and I don’t know you seeing that you claim to be my brother’s sister,” the other player sent a message inbox and Macy clicked.
“I asked for a player not a someone to chatter with. If I want to chat, I will visit a therapist,” she answered and blocked him on the inbox.
They stayed playing and Macy beat him three games in a row and his coins were dropping at a very fast rate.
The good thing was that these coins could be exchanged for US dollars when they reached a certain threshold and Macy was a lover of cash.
She milked him and she realized that as she was playing the forth game with him, he was trying to hack her.
He wanted to see who he was playing with.
Macy had dealt with these kinds of losers. They were sore losers and they wanted to find out who it was so that they can steal their money back and more and attack the other person if it was a person they knew personally.
What this person didn’t know was that Macy was a computer programmer and she had put a four firewall protection on her account against the normal ones that were provided by the game creators.
She this looked as she tried and then she hit him with her very own made virus.
His screen on the other side flashed a hand with the middle finger out and then after five or so seconds, a skull appeared on his screen laughing eerily and then finished by saying: TRY AGAIN. SUCKER! And the window went blank.
Macy smiled and closed her account.
This was the eleventh guy who had tried this shit on her and she wasn’t regretful to show them why she was Lucifer’s Sister because rwhy tried her first.
“Auntie?” Macy was called as she stretched herself on the gaming chair and she felt the little body crash on hers.
“How was today at school?” She asked as she kissed and teased the little girl who laughed and wriggled ceaselessly.
“Stop it and I will tell you. Stop it. Stop it,” Mel laughed as she begged and Macy carried her and walked upstairs with her.
Mel was the reason that she sometimes she rethought her decisions.