Highway to hell
No stop Signs, speed limits,
Nobody's gonna slow me down,
Like a wheel, gonna spin it,
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
ACDC – Highway to hell
"No peeling out, no speeding, no road rage, and most definitely, don't kill us, or anybody else." Criss glared down at me as he held the keys above my head, just out of my reach. Asshole! He was playing the short card, knowing I couldn't reach them. He grinned down at me as I tried to burn a hole in his hand with my eyes.
"Hey! Eyes on me! Did you hear me?" he asked sternly. I reluctantly tore my eyes from the keys and settled them on him. I bit my lip and nodded my head, trying to keep from making a smart ass remark. "What did I say?" he quizzed me.
"No speeding, no... um.. killing people?" I cocked an eyebrow at him, hoping I got it right. Why was he making this so difficult? He sighed heavily.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this." his tone taking a turn for the worst. No! No, no, no, I was going to drive that damn Lamborghini with or without him. But without him would only piss him off more. I gave him my best attempt at the puppy dog face. He sighed again.
"No peeling out... no speeding, no road rage.. and... no killing anyone, us or anyone else. Got it?" he glared at me. I nodded and repeated exactly what he said. He took a deep breath and held it, slowly bringing his arm downward. I watched more intensely with every inch his hand came closer to mine until finally, he dropped the keys into my hand. I Instantly closed my fist around them tightly, so tight that there was no way Criss was going to be able to pry them away from me now. I grinned from ear to ear, and if I didn't know any better, Id even say I was drooling. Criss shook his head and rolled his eyes as I squealed with excitement and began to jump up and down.
"I'm gonna regret this." he muttered to himself as he walked to the passenger side door. "Are you sure you can drive a stick?" Criss asked suddenly turning to face me.
"Counting on me not knowing how to drive a stick?" I asked with a sarcastic grin. "No such luck baby, I'm an expert, my brothers made me learn. Don't worry Criss, I know what I'm doing."
I watched as Criss' face lost all hope. He slid in the passenger seat and pulled the door down. As I slid into the drivers seat, I couldn't help but notice at the death grip Criss has on the door handle. I didn't care how badly he felt about this, after a week of begging him, I was finally getting my chance to drive the Lamborghini, and I wasn't gonna pass it up for anything.
The purr of the engine sent a wave of excitement surging from my head all the way to my feet, which felt heavy with anticipation as they took their places on the clutch and gas peddle. For some unknown reason, I started to think of all the dirty things Criss and I could do in this beautiful sports car. No, not a sports car, sports car did it no justice, there were no words to describe the gorgeous vehicle. One look over at Criss, and I could tell he was on a complete different level than I was, he looked terrified. His eyes were closed and his jaw tense, and his grin on the door was so tight that his knuckled began to turn white.
"Criss, baby. It'll be okay. I wont kill anyone I promise." His eyes flashed over to me and I flashed him a grin. He stared at me, no amusement recognizable on his face.
"Buckle up." I grinned at him before I slammed onto the gas. The lambo peeled out with an amount of force I had no idea existed. Criss' eyes shot wide and he glared over at me with the look of death, his knuckles no longer had circulation, his face beat red, and his other hand now braced itself against the dashboard. Well, I guess Id already broken rule one. I took my foot off the gas and watched the speedometer drop within reasonable speeds.
"Do it again and we're done." he warned. He leaned over and watched until the speedometer was at a speed he found acceptable. "Head towards the strip. We'll get some dinner." he instructed me.
"Criss!" I whined. "That's like a five minute drive, at most, cant I at least go out to the desert roads? Please? Just for a few minutes?" I asked him, glancing over at him to give him the puppy face again. He sighed heavily and make a growling noise, making it obvious at how frustrated he was getting.
"Fine!" he snapped. "But only for a few minutes! And no speeding!"
"Thank you baby." I grinned. My cheeks were already hurting from the smile I couldn't keep off my face. But that didn't stop the grin from growing wider. I slowly pushed my foot further down on the gas peddle, the needle slowing gaining momentum as my speed increased and we hit the long stretch.
About ten minutes into the drive was when the whirl of sirens caught my attention. Looking in my review mirror I spotted a police car following close behind me. Looking down at the speedometer I noticed I had been going 110. Shit! Suddenly my shoulder devil was appeared.
"I'm going to jail." I grinned as I felt my foot twitch. Slowly I eased onto the gas peddle and watched as my speed quickly jumped from 110 to 120. I flicked my eyes to the mirror, the police car closer to me now. What the hell am I doing? I glanced at Criss. He was twisted in his seat, staring at the police car behind us. He snapped straight up, his eyes quickly flicking to my foot and then up to me, panic in his eyes. My foot let go of the gas and eased onto the brake. I watched as relief flushed over Criss' face. I watched the mirror as a police officer opened his door and got out, walking towards us. He didn't look happy. His hat was hiding the top of his forehead, and his hand hitched on his belt towards his gun.
"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" The officer asked as he approached the window. He was clearly agitated, and I could tell by the way he approached that he was ready to rip me out of the car, until he saw I was a woman. I shook my head silently and stared at the steering wheel, knowing full well why I got pulled over.
"You were doing 120 in a 55, which is considered wreck less driving. Could you step out of the car please?" he asked me as his hand rested on the door handle. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Shit! Criss suddenly leaned forward.
"Officer, I am so sorry," the officers eyes grew large as he noticed who was sitting next to me, "shes not from around here and she doesn't know the speed limits or anything." he said in my defense. Which was true, but we both knew that wasn't what happened. The officers eyes flicked to me and I quickly avoided his gaze, staring down at my hands in my lap.
"That may be so Mr. Angel, but I don't think anywhere in the united states is it legal to go 120 miles per hour."
"I know officer, and I'm really sorry. Its her first time in this car and she isn't really use to it. And Ill make sure she keeps an eye on her speed from now on." I felt the sudden burn as Criss glared at me. The officer eyed me for a few moments and then looked back at Criss.
"Ill let you off with a warning." Criss instantly relaxed. "dont let it happen again." The officer warned me as he glared down at me with a fierce stare. "Have a nice day. Mr. Angel." he nodded to him and walked back to his car. I let out all the air in my lungs. I hadn't noticed until then I had been holding my breath. I looked over at Criss sheepishly. Criss glared at me, and boy if looks could kill.
"Drive." he demanded in one of the evilest tones I had ever heard come from him. I quickly got back on the road, minding my speed closely until we reached the city.
"What the fuck!" I yelled. "Get off the road!" I screamed some more.
"Okay, slow down Lana." Criss shouted as I weaved quickly in and out of the Las Vegas traffic. "Lana, you have broken every rule I gave you." his voice low and threatening. I glanced over at him and grinned.
"Not true, I haven't killed anyone yet. The night is still young." He glared at me. "Look! There's a group of people right there! I could always swerve.. how many points do you think Id get for all them?" I laughed.
"That is not funny." he said toneless. Vegas traffic was pretty bad. Not nearly as aggressive as Michigan traffic, but definitely a lot heavier. Suddenly a BMW jolted out in front of me, forcing me to slam on the breaks. Criss glared over at me. "Pull over right there and park. This is close enough to the restaurant that we can walk." he commanded and pointed to a half empty parking lot. I made a quick left and halted to a stop next to a shiny yellow Ferrari. I snorted to myself, mines better.
Criss was suddenly standing in front of me. How the hell? He managed to get out of the car and flip my door open without me even noticing. I glanced up at his face and knew instantly, he was pissed. He held his hand out in front of me, demanding the keys. I gave him another puppy dog look and he shook his head hard.
"No way in hell are you driving home. Not after that little stunt." he was definitely pissed.
"What? I thought I did pretty good." he lowered his eyes at me. "Okay, okay, so I got pulled over. Who hasn't?" I tried to defend myself.
"Lana, you're lucky he didn't take your ass to jail."
"He pulled me over to be a dick." I twisted my body around, swinging my legs out and bracing my feet against the pavement. I looked up at him. His eyes were amused but full of disapproval. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Lana, you were doing 120 in a 55. And you contemplated a high speed chase." My jaw dropped, but not out of shock, of the fact that it was almost as if he could read my mind. "Oh don't think I didn't know what you were thinking."
"I would never." I tried to deny it. He raised his eyebrow again.
"If you weren't thinking about it, why did it take you more than 2 minutes to finally pull over? And I could see your foot twitching!" damn he was good!
"Okay, okay." I admitted. "I thought about it, but," I held up my finger before he could say anything, "it was against my better judgment, so I did stop. That's gotta count for something right?" I gave him my sexy seductive smile. His hand was still stretched out in front of him. His face had completely lost all traces of amusement and I was back in the shitter. I sighed heavily and slammed the keys into his palms.
"Thank you. Now lets go enjoy some good food." he smiled and slinked his arm around my shoulders.
"And don't think for one second that you're driving any of my cars with an engine bigger than a v6." he said as he led the way. I glared up at him.
"Then what the hell am I gonna drive? You don't own a car with a v6."
"Oh don't worry, I think I'm going to return your Kia and buy you a nice little 4 cylinder. Something you cant do much damage in, and something you wont be able to go to jail for." he grinned down at me.
"You are so not returning my Kia, and I am not driving a 4 banger!" I demanded. His grin grew wider but he said nothing. There was no point in fighting him. I had a feeling that this was an argument I would never win, at least not after today.