It was a quiet foggy night. Pierced by the headlights of five cars Rumbling on the starting line of a high stakes street race. I felt energized like I had new life. I had some tough competition tonight I was up against some fast cars and good drivers but I felt that winning edge. There was a Beautiful 2005 BMW M3 Didn’t sound like it had much under the hood though probably just some punk ass rich spoiled teenager who got lucky on his 16th birthday. There was a tricked out 2002 Lexus IS 300 an impressive sounding exhaust manifold and what sounded like forged pistons. There was a 2004 Subaru Impreza a common car on this circuit. And 1996 Mazda RX-7 that I’ve seen before, Handles like a dream where talking sway bars and individual airbag suspension and Japanese prototype tires. And then there was me My name is Ace, Ace Brava I was sitting in a classic a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro. The Camaro sure didn’t come easy though. You see when I was a little My Father was A professional Le mans racer. He taught me all about cars and when I turned sixteen he didn’t teach me to drive he taught me to race. I loved it and I couldn’t get enough of it. The adrenaline and the speed and the precision, to me there was nothing better. My dad was always racing though and he was always away he would always leave me his camaro and say
“When I get back I want to see this thing with something new or a fixed problem”
And thats what i’d do id sit and work on the car until he got back and then there was that one race. I remember it vividly same old saying
“I want to see it fixed Ace” said my dad
I told him it would be and then off he went. He said he would be back the next day. I’d installed a new carburetor and repaired the transmission while he was gone. I added about 30 horsepower to the thing. Anyways while I was waiting for my dad to come home I decided I would watch some TV I turned it on and there it was right on channel 6 CBC news.
“Legendary race car driver, Joe Brava died today in a fatal crash during his race. Sources say it was a pit crew mess up, they didn’t get the tires on right and the front two fell off. Joe’s Car flipped in the air right into a wall where it burst into flames. Its a terrible loss for America on the Le Mans racing circuit.” Said the reporter.
I couldn’t believe it. I was so angry I threw the remote right through the TV. I Burst into tears I couldn’t believe it the only man I had ever loved my mentor and teacher was gone. I mourned for about a week. The next week o got a call from the people that had my dad’s will. They told me that he left me the camaro. It was really the only thing I wanted he left everything else to my mom who just ran off and left me alone. So what else was I to do I took the Camaro and started making money street racing. I started to build a reputation. I was making plenty of money and the Camaro was in great condition one of the fastest cars on the circuit. I had enough money to buy my own apartment and live comfortably. And then tonight just another race this one had a hundred thousand dollar pot. It would be great for the car I’ve been looking forward to upgrading the suspension and nitrous system in the camaro. Anyways the race was about to start. One of the girls strutted out into the middle of the starting line with a green flag. She raised it. The camaro was shaking wildly just raging to go revving real loud. 3....2....1 she dropped it. All at once the tires started spinning a high pitched screech filled the air and the BMW pulled out front. The BMW’s always tend to be fastest out of the gate. I kicked the camaro into gear and it flew. It was a tight race at this point and it needed to thin out as half of us were in the oncoming lane. I shifted into 4th and pulled out in front Subaru was having trouble getting in to the right lane and there was a car coming. They both tried to switch lanes and crashed into each other. I was taking corners like a maniac fishtailing at 100 mph. And then Cops all of a sudden we were all surrounded by cops. I slammed the brakes and pulled away into a side street. The cops were hot on my tail. I thought i’d try to ditch them in a parking complex. I had to make a quick traverse across a busy highway and down an exit and then i’d be fine. I floored it and Then it all went black. I was t-boned by an on coming tractor trailer really hard I go knocked out and was rushed to the hospital. I was put in intensive care for a week. The steering column impaled me and i had a severe concussion. The doctors said
“god must love a good race cause you should have died from that crash”
After that i was charged for attempting to evade police and 2nd degree murder I was sentenced to 10 years.
Let me just start off by saying here that prison is even worse than they portray it in shows and movies. You’d think that because they are movies they higher bigger stronger men to play the criminials, nope. Thats what they are like, and they are mean. I was always caught up in fights. I see myself as a decently sized very strong person. And I let that get the best of me. The consequences really sucked i had to deal with pissed off wardens all the time and clean washrooms with my toothbrush oh ya they really make you do that. It was a living hell and it had only been 1 year. I knew I had to get out i just didn’t know, how until one day...
I’d ,amaged to get my hands on a paddleball so thats pretty much what I did for fun. You get pretty good at something when its all you’ve got to do. So i was sitting on my bed playing paddleball when the warden came by and tapped on my cell with his night stick.
“hey punk!” Said the warden
“screw off you annoying prick don’t want to deal with you S@#T right now.” I said
“No you can do that later you’ve got visitors punk.” He exclaimed\
“Shut up My whole families gone and I only have 2 friends I haven’t seen in years.” I screamed at him.
“fine don’t see your visitors ill tell them your sick and cant see them.” He said
“Wait wait wait!”I yelled “im coming,”
At this point i was wildly curious and kind of excited to think that someone was coming to visit me. I sat in the booth and in front of me were three big men who seemed to be of Italian descent. I got up to leave.
“this is no way to treat a visitor” said the leader of the group
“who the hell are you?” i asked
“My name is Donald Verscetti,” he exclaimed “I am the leader of the..” he hesitated “can you keep a secret?”
“sure...” I said
“i am the leader of the boston branch of the Italian Mafia” he said
“and im evil kneivel thanks for visiting but i don’t have time for this sh#t” I snapped
“I can prove it to you.”He remarked
“How?” i asked
“ill get you out of here, on one condition.” He stated
“and whats that,”
“you will work for me,” he said
“oh ok let me pack up my guns i’ll be right out” i said sarcastically
“no not necessary.” He said obviously missing the sarcasm I rolled my eyes
“you will drive for me.” He said
“im nobodies chauffer,” i said to him
“not chauffeuring me you will be my getaway driver” he said
“getaway driver huh,” I said
“yes you will drive to our hits, robberies, holdups, and anything else and you will be there as a getaway driver.” He explained to me
“how do you know im so good?” i said
“we have been watching you races its not often we get a chance like this to have a driver like you.” He remarked
“listen fellas im not interested!” i said “to much risk and to much danger i don’t think i can handle being a part of the mafia.” I explained to them
“huh too bad yo would’ve been good, If you change your mind just call this number.” He said as he handed me a slip with the number 617 327 1829
“alright,” I said “thanks for coming bye bye now.”
I couldn’t sleep that night i had so many takes on the whole situation 1 I got o drive as fast as i can with the worlds nicest cars around the country 2 the Mafia could get me out of any situation i got myself into. 3 its highly illegal and i would be involved with killing people. And 4 what would tyler and nikki think of me. Oh thats right you haven’t met tyler and nikki yet. Tyler And Nikki are the only two friends I have had my whole life. Nikki is beautiful she is tall and blonde with a beautiful body she’s been my best friend since JK. We both grew up with cars because her dad was also a race car driver. She is an amazing driver and handyman and can change an intercooler faster than an assembly line robot. Tyler has been my best bud since JK as well he doesn know much about cars but he is a huge computer but and when it comes to getting specs on my engine he can hook it up to his computer and do it in a second. These are the two people i still have and love in m life. Anyways back to the story. I couldn’t get my head around it. I decided to decline. The next day at lunch i was eating on my own when some punk pushed my tray off the table and in a deep voice said
“this is my seat”
“oh really” i said
“Ya really,” he said
I picked up the chair in front of that spot and moved somewhere else. This guy was pissed
“you think you’re funny punk?”
“no just hungry,” i said
He came and whaled on my head with his tray I got up and punched him in the nose it actually turned in to a pretty brutal fight. He busted my lip and broke my nose but I broke one of his ribs so I won. The warden came and told me
“boy I hope that those bristles on your toothbrush are sharp cause you’ve got a lot of cleaning to do.” He yelled
“haha yes sir i just have to make a call first,” i said
“you’ve got 2 minutes to be in my office,” he screamed
I ran to the phone and dialled the number as it was dialing i looked at the letters on the phone the number was 617 GETAWAY I laughed and a familiar voice answered the phone
“hey don,” i said “I’m In”.
It was the next day and I was sitting in Donald Verscetti’s office he sat down and explained to me how the whole thing was going to work.
“you will always have a choice of 3 cars they will never be the same either,” Said Don
“I can get use to that” I said
“after you use them the are destroyed, I no its kind of a waist but we have to because they will be traced right back to us.” He exclaimed
“we will fly you back to boston where we will give you a choice of accomadation a loft condo or house.”
“I like the sound of this,” You will also receive a 1,000,000 dollar payout for every succesfull job.” He said
“great but how are you getting me out of this hell hole?”
“Its not very exciting,” He said
“Just tell me,” I snapped
“we payed you bail” said Don
“Great lets Go,” I said feeling very happy I wouldn’t have to clean the bathroom.
We rode back in a beautiful 2009 Maybach it was brand new I could tell. I got to know Don a little more on the way home. He was born in Boston but his parent were born in Italy and moved to America. Donalds father did some work for the mafia he was a rat for the mafia. When he passed away Don Moved in and made a great impression on the leader he was very devoted to his work and was an expert in all the fields he worked in. He was telling me the story of the day the old leader died. They were doing a deal with a high class gang based out of Boston. It was going fine until everybody in the other gang pulled guns on the mafia. The leader and everyone was shot. Don was still in the car and as soon as the gang left he rushed over to the leader. His Dying words were
“AVENGE ME!!! DONT LET THE MAFIA DIE!!!!”
The don swore after that to be a faithful and powerful leader. And that he was. He was the most respected man in boston he made quite a name for himself.
I was so overwhelmed with leaving that hell hole called prison i’d forgotten what the hell i’d just gotten myself into. I was so interested in the cars and the money i had lost track of everything else. We arrived at the airport were we got out of the Bentley and into a private jet. It was the nicest thing i had ever seen let alone sat in. It was A Flexjet Challenger 605 one of if not the nicest planes on the market. Let me tell you a little about this thing. It has a Cruising speed of 525 mph and a top speed of 800. It is close to 80 feet long. It has direct TV in it an on demand video service, 10 touch screen Windows vista ecquipped computers. And 3 couches with 3 50 inch flat screen televisions. It also has a bar fully stocked with every drink you could imagine and can get you from new York to japan in eleven hours. This thing is tops!
“how’d you get your hand on this beaut” I asked Don
“I uhh borrowed it from a colleague of mine, if you will” he said with a sly look on his face
“ah hi see,” i said to him “i have to be honest with you don i just not sure how i feel about being an actual member of the Italian mafia.” I told him as the voice of a stewardess came on and said
“we are now leaving Texas State ETA for boston is 55 minutes”
“You see Ace,” said Don “most of my recruits get nervous when they think about killing people and being in the mafia and robbing banks, but we are kind people we are not reckless. We kill people we need to kill sort of like an alternative to the police.” He explained to me “and we make a lot of money doing it. You I can guarantee will be one of the richest men in boston.”
“I just don’t want to have to kill people...after what happened to my dad i just don’t think i have it in me to do that to someome else.” I told him
“Ace you are not responsible for killing people. You leave that to me and my goons.” He said “People won’t even notice you are with us you will only come when we ask you.”
“Alright,” i said. At this point i was ready to relax and take in what this jet had to offer. I listened to XM radio and went on the computer. I was really enjoying my self until a voice came over the intercom and said
“we are now landing in Boston thank you for flying with Verscetti Airlines.”said the attendant
I looked at Don
“ya kid i no its kinda cheesy but i always wondered what it would be like to run my own airline company.
We got out of the plane Don tossed me a set of keys black with no label.
“This is your car for good kid not for getaways I had to bull a hell of a lot of strings to get it cause its not production yet so don’t crash it, it’s a gift from me enjoy it,” he said. “its parked in J31 on the 4th floor of the parking lot.”
I was like a kid on Christmas morning. I grabbed my bags and rushed to the parking lot 4th floor i was in the j section
“29....30....31,Here it is” i said to myself. I could not believe my eyes standing in front of me was a koenigsegg CCR The fastest street legal car in the world. I’d seen this car before but never in my life dreamt of having it. It is an animal with a top speed of 242 miles per hour and an acceleration of 0-62 in 3 seconds. The technology on this car is ridiculous it has titanium exhaust and an internal oil pump and oil cooler. It has a high tech six speed transmission and 592 pounds of torque at 5700 Rpm’s. I was in heaven Its body is the nicest thing ever besides nikki’s It has suicide doors that slide horizontally and the lines are placed perfectly on this car. I got inside and started it
Vvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmm!!!
I sat inside and revved the car for about a minute then put it into drive. It felt amazing to be behind the wheel again. I pulled out of the airport and headed to the address Don gave me. I pulled up to my new home A massive 6000 sqaure foot modern home with a 4 car garage. I parked my beautiful new car and walked inside the place was amazing huge high ceilings a view of all of boston with floor to ceiling windows and an outdoor and indoor pool. since i was back in Boston the first thing i did Call nikki and Tyson. I hadn’t seen them in ages and i needed to show them my new house. I started to dial and then put the phone down. I realized what was i supposed to tell them. I finally concluded that while in prison i was abused so they set me free. I would tell them my best friend in prison was the owner of Google. He was sad and depressed because he had been drunk and killed his wife. He was going to commit suicide and gave the controlling interest of google to ace after which he sold all of his stalk and is now a multi billionare.
“perfect!” i said to myself.
I picked the phone bacj up and called nikki we caught up and then i invited her over and told her to bring Tyson. When they got over they where amazed they couldn’t believe it and they didn’t. They knew i was lying and made me tell them what was really up i told them that they would be killed if they told anyone that i was a getaway driver for the mafia. They had a hard time getting there heads around it but they understood my situation. They left that night feeling a little weird and so did I.
It had been a few months and i had been doing jobs for Don and keeping up with Tyson and nikki. Nikki and I had started spending a lot of time together and we fell in love. We had been dating for a while and it was great. We were going down to the race track and racing and I was as happy as ever. I was making tons of money and was living great. Anyways Don had brought me to las vegas for an assignment. I had chosen to use a the new Dodge Challenger Concept for this mission they had made some mods to it to make it faster. They added a supercharger and a new intercooler. It was a beast. My assignment was to wait inside the loading area where the trucks come in of the hard rock casino where several mafia members where doing a hit. They then where to come out the back change and get in the car. I would drive to a safehouse where we would change cars and go to the airport to get on a privat jet and go home. It was a straightforward job just like any other. I’d been waiting for 20 minutes and i decided to go inside to see what was going on i walked in and looked around. The hard rock casino is very busy and i couldn’t find anybody and then i saw Don way way up in the rafters with a sniper rifle. I took the elevator up and went to see him.
“kid what the hell are you doing here,” said don
“well you guys were late i came looking to make sure everything was alright.” I said
“kid i need you to do something.” He exclaimed
“wat’s that” i asked
“you’ve got to shoot this guy while i go down and distract the people.”he said
“i cant shoot him y..y..you said i wouldn’t have to kill people,” i stuttered
“welcome to the mafia kid i lied now its either you shoot him or i shoot you,”
“a...a...a..alright i’ll do it.”
Don left and i was sweating like a pig I had the guy in my sights he was playing roulette. I couldn’t believe i was doing this then BAM i pulled the trigger and he was dead. I ran through the casino acting panicked and got in the challenger. I felt sick. The rest of the crew ran out and got in. I floored it. There wasn’t very much police action at first until they hit us. 6 sqaud cars came flying up beside us i floored it. We were on the interstate so it wouldn’t be hard to lose these guys. I was way ahead of them until i saw a police wrecking Suv hurdling towards us. I veered out of the way at the last second and it took out several of its own units. We could see the safehouse but i needed to shake the cops first. I zipped through a residential area of Las vegas where i lost them all. WE drove into the safehouse and got out of the car. We hopped into a Bentley that had a chauffer inside it. He drove us to the airport and then we got in the plane and went back to Boston. I couldn’t sleep that night knowing i had gotten away with killing a man. I decided i needed to get out no matter what this meant killing Donald Verscetti.
The next morning i called Tyson
“ughh....Hello....” muttered Tyson
“did i wake you muffin” i said
“shut up dude what do you need?” he snapped
“ i need you to come over here right now,” I told him
“k be there in a second,”he hung up
While i was waiting i thought of the perfect plan. The doorbell rang i went to the front door and there he was. I invited him and gave him a coke
“yo i need out of the mafia dude,” i told him
“well its about time but how are you planning on doing that?” he asked
“With a little help from a friend,” i told him
“oh no no no no no im not getting ivolved with the mafia.”
“don’t worry dude you’ll be fine i promise you.”
“ugh alright you make me do some stupid sh#t Man whats the plan?”
“you are going to act like you ratted the mafia’s location to the police i’ll tell the don and then we’ll chase you. Im going to rig the car we are in with a time bomb so that the whole boston mafia in the car dies. I’ll hop out last second and then we’ll be fine.”
“alright well when are we doing this?” he asked
“now!”
I was insiode a Bentley chasing Tyson in the blue charger, The cars engine was roaring
“we must be going at least 160 mph.” said ace
“I don’t give a SH*T I Want that Damn Rat!” screamed Don
Ace floored it he saw the time only 10 minutes he thought to himself
“10 minutes then I am free”
“There he is in the blue Charger!!” said the don
“im on it” said ace
The big Bentley was growing hard to control.
“you know these cars weren’t built to be driven this fast, the engine is gonna blow.” Said ace
“just catch that rat”said don
Only 1 minute left. Ace could see the place where the car was gonna explode
He was filled with adrenaline. He undid his seatbelt preparing to jump out.
“going somewhere ?” said the Don
At this point ace had a gun to his head
“Stop the car” Said don
Ace eased on the brakes and the car came to a hault. The blue charger was waiting for them. Out stepped Tyson and then the rest of the mafia members and one with a gun pointed at tysons head. He was as nervous as ace had ever seen him.
“what the hell is going on here” said Ace
“Mr Brava”said Don “I am not sure if you knew but in the mafia nobody leaves. And we got word of not only you trying to leave but you were going to kill me in the process. Well now my friend the tables have turned and it is I who is going to kill you.”
At This Point ace had exchanged several looks with Tyson and they had a plan. Ace winked at Tyson and they both took the guns right out of the mafia members hands. They hopped in the blue charger and sped off. The mafia were hot on their tail.
Ace could barely speak over the roar of the engine.
“can you explain to me how the hell they know that I was going to kill him.” Said ace
“I swear on my life I don’t know,” said Tyson.
I know you are lying to me man,” said ace.
“ok ok, they pressured me they knew something was up and they were going to kill me if I didn’t tell them.” said Tyson
“Damnit, alright well theres only one way out of this dude.” Said ace
“you have to drive well I arm the bomb again.” Said ace
“alright,” said Tyson.
Ace Hopped out of the drivers seat and swung under the car. Several shots whizzed by as the mafia members were hanging out of their windows firing at him. He saw it a cut wire. He couldn’t strip the wire himself so he took it and stuck it against the moving pavement. It shaved the outside right off. Now clinging to the chasis for dear life he attached the wires. The timer beeped and he saw it.
“30 seconds, perfect.” Said ace.
He swung himself back up and into the drivers seat nearly throwing Tyson out of the car. He ripped the ebrake and spun the car in a 180. He was now facing the oncoming Bentley.
“when I say go jump out of the car and roll” said ace “got it!!”
“uhhhh ya I guess so” said Tyson
Ace floored the pedal the engine of the charger whining under pressure.
“ready!!!!............GO!!!!” screamed ace
They bothe opened their doors and flew out the sides of the car. Ace could hear the last three beeps 3…..2…..1 then BOOM the 2 cars collided and formed into a massive ball of flames. Ace dragged himself up against the side of the road. He searched for Tyson who was lying in shock unable to comprehend what just happened.
“wait until I tell nikki about this one!!” yelled Ace “we did it man we did it”
We booked away from the scene and found a cab. On the way home i thought a lot about my dad and how much i missed him and that i’d ruined the only thing he left me. It made me sad to think i totalled the camaro and lost the only memory i’ve had of my dad. The cab dropped Tyson off at his house and we pulled in my driveway. Nikki was at my house. I payed the cabbie and walked inside. She was in the garage.
“come in here!” she yelled
“coming” i yelled back
I walked into the garage and standing right in front of me was the camaro as good as knew.
“I picked it up from the impound lot and started working on it as a project car what do you think?”
“Nikki I....I....I cant believe you did this for me.” I said
You know its a miracle i didn’t get caught or arrested for any of this. They found enough evidence in the Bentley to arrest the rest of the boston/Italian mafia. But i learnt that you should hold onto the things you’ve got cause u never know when something is gonna get the best of you.
The End
