The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.

Chapter Eight

Bonnie

She realize she had more issues than she thought. As soon as they turned onto the back road, a passion combusts inside her. They pull up to an old abandoned restaurant stationed at the end of the road. It's the perfect setup for street racing, with a long straight road, the sky is black, the moon bright, but there are clouds rolling in.

Enzo gets a text message right as they parked at the end of the road. He pulls the car to the side, maneuvering carefully across the pot holes. He pushes the parking brake in and checks his phone, shutting it off, and looking torn up.

"What's wrong?" Bonnie ask. "You look upset?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's great." He's lying, but how can she press him to tell the truth when she's a liar too?

"So this is your surprise?" Bonnie willed her voice to sound disappointed, but it comes out pleased.

Enzo gives her a sidelong glance. "Don't smile, pretty girl. It'll ruin your whole I-don't-give-a-shit act."

She selected to remain neutral. "Who are you planning to race tonight?"

"You mean who are we racing?" He smiles seductively, "Well, I thought I'd leave that up to you."

There was a line of cars with their headlights on and their owners standing near the front. They were a rough crowd, mostly guys except for Maggie. She's the only girl Bonnie ever truly feared.

"Well, there's Kol." she rubs her forehead with the back of her hand. "Does he still got that piece of crap Nissan GT-R?"

"Yeah, he does." Enzo leans back in the seat, examining her amusedly through the dark. "You think that's who I should go for?"

"It's the obvious choice." Bonnie doesn't like where her thoughts are heading, but she can't shut off her basic instinct. "Although, what kind of a win would it be when you have this car that can clearly take on much more."

"You think I should take on someone in my own league?"

"If you want the win to mean anything, then yeah."

They looked at each other, like magnets begging to get closer. Yet flip one the wrong direction and they will push apart.

"So which one is it, pretty girl?" He drapes an arm over the headrest behind her and his fingers brush her shoulder. "The underdog or the big dog."

There's a dare in the air, teasing the real Bonnie to come out tonight. She wants to give in, just for a few hours, and let her inner ropes untie. She want to allow herself to breathe again, but she fear the loss of control.

"Enzo, I think we should go back." She puts her seatbelt back on. "This isn't my thing anymore."

He presses his lips together firmly. "Please can we have a night? Just you and I. I really need this right now."

She picks up on his strange vibe and the misery in his eyes. "Okay, what's wrong? You've seemed a little out of it. Was it bad news on that text you got?"

He traces the tattoo on his forearm. "Do you remember when I got this?"

Bonnie vaguely touches her lower back. "How could I forget, since I have the same one on my back?"

"Do you remember why we got them?"

"I can't remember anything about that night."

"Exactly, yet you'll remember it forever. No matter what happens, which is completely ironic." He lets his finger linger on the tattoo that represents eternity.

"There's something bugging you." she tug the bottom of her shirt down to cover up her tattoo. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head, still focused on the tattoo. "Nah, I'm good."

To distract him from his thoughts, she point her finger at a smokin' hot Pontiac GTO judge, bright orange. "What about Oscar?"

Enzo's eyes are pools of black liquid. "You think we should take on the big dog?"

"I think you should take on the big dog," Bonnie clarify. "I'll just watch you kick his ass."

His expression darkens. "No way. I'm not racing unless you're in the car with me. It's tradition."

An extreme hunger inside her emerges. "Alright, I'll ride with you, just as long as you do one thing for me?"

"Say it and it's yours," he says without blinking.

Bonnie's hunger urges her closer to him. She props her elbows on the console, and her arms are trembling. He doesn't move as she put her lips next to his ear.

"Make sure you win," she breathe and her body arches into him before she sat back in the seat.

His face was unreadable, his breathing fierce, his gaze incessant. "Okay, then. Let's go win us a race."

They climbed out of the car and hike across the dirt road toward the row of cars and their owners. Bonnie shield her eyes from the headlights and wrap an arm around herself. Enzo swings his arm around her protectively. "Relax. I got you baby."

"Well, what do we have here?" Kol, the owner of the Nissan, marches up to them. He's got brown hair slicked back, a kink in his nose, and his barb-wire tattoo enclosed on his neck. "Is the infamous duo back again to get their asses kicked?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You beat us once and that was by default due to a flat tire."

His face pinches as he takes in her outfit and curled hair. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Davina, his girlfriend, sputters a laugh. Her dress was so tight that her curves bulge out of it and her stilettoes make her almost the same height as Bonnie. "Holy shit, she like turned into a little barbie princess or something."

Enzo squeezes her shoulder, trying to keep her calm. "So who's up first? Or has no one decided yet."

Kol eyes Enzo's Chevy and there's a nervous look in his eyes. "You think you can just walk in here and play the game after sitting out for nearly a year?"

Bonnie mouth to Enzo, a year?

Enzo shrugs. "What? You were gone. Why the hell would I want to race?"

"Again, you need to move on without..." Bonnie trails off. Kol will use what she says against Enzo, so she had to watch her mouth. "We want to race Oscar."

Kol's laughter echoes the night. "You and what army?"

She point at Enzo's Chevy parked near the road. "That army right there."

Kol shakes his head and shoos them away. "That thing don't stand a chance against the GTO. Now run along little girl and come back when you got something bigger."

He's testing her control. A lot.

"As opposed to yours?" she responds, getting into Kol's face. "Because that thing's all looks and no go."

Enzo directs her back by the shoulders and a trace of amusement laces his voice. "Easy there, tiger. Let's try not to get our asses kicked tonight, okay?"

Oscar hops off the hood of his car, flicks his cigarette to the ground, and leaves his buddies to join us. "What's up? Did I hear someone wanted to race me?"

Oscar's the kind of guy that everyone respects because they're afraid of him. Kol points a finger sharply at her. "The Bennett girl right here wants to challenge you to a race in that thing."

Oscar's eyes wander to the Chevy as he cocks his head and crosses his arms. "Enzo, isn't that your car?"

Enzo pats her back and winks at her. "Yeah, apparently she's my spokesperson."

Oscar considered this and then turns to Kol, who's glaring at her. "I don't see what the big deal is. I have no problem with Enzo racing. In fact, it might be kinda nice to have a challenge for a change." Oscar slaps Kol on the back kind of hard and then pounds fists with Enzo.

"Thanks man," Enzo says with a respective nod. "Are you and I going to line up first then?"

Oscar bobs his head up and down, nodding as he stares at the road. "Yeah man, I think that'd work."

They chat a little bit more about the rules and what not, while Kol continues to scowl at Bonnie like an angry dog. Once they're done talking, she and Enzo walked back to the car, while everyone else scatters toward the starting line located.

"So what's your plan?" she ask. "Because beating him won't be easy."

"You're my plan." He opens the passenger door for her. "With you in the car, there's no way I won't win, otherwise you'll never let me live it down."

Tucking her head into the car, she drops into the seat and then look up at him. "I won't make your car go any faster."

He grins, slamming the door. "Sure you will." He slides across the front of the hood and climbs into the driver's seat.

"You're such a show off," she commented.

He starts up the engine and it thunders to life. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black."

Bonnie slumps back in the seat and fold her arms. "I may have been a lot of things, but I was never a show off."

He hooks a finger under her chin and angles her head toward him. "Matt Donovan's graduation party two years ago. You were standing on the roof with a snowboard strapped to your feet, telling everyone you could make the jump."

Bonnie makes an innocent face. "But I did make the jump, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but not without breaking your arm," he says. "And that's beside the point."

"You're right," she admit, touching the small scar on her arm where the bone broke through the skin. "I was showing off and you had to drive my dumbass to the hospital, then sit in the waiting room while I had surgery to put my arm back together."

His finger traces a line down her neck and to her chest bone. "I was there because I wanted to be."

"You missed a performance because of me."

"I don't care - never have."

Suddenly, she wanted to kiss him, like she did that night on the bridge. It makes her uncomfortable because those feeling owned her. She lean away, putting space between them. Sensing her transfer of attitude, he revs up the engine and spins the tires, fishtailing the car to the startup line.

He shoots her a smug look, cocking an eyebrow. "Now that's showing off."

Shaking her head, she restrain a grin. Oscar lines up the front of his GTO with Enzo's Chevy and his girlfriend struts up between the two cars. She's wearing jeans and a short t-shirt that shows her stomach. She flips her dark hair off her shoulder and then raises her hands above her head. People lined up along the road, watching, and placing bets on the winner.

Bonnie spots Damon and Rebekah toward the front, chatting about something, and Rebekah was doing her flirty hair flip. "When did they get here?"

Enzo ignores her, eyeing Oscar through his rolled down window. "To the baseline and back?"

Oscar's arm is resting casually on top of the steering wheel. "Yeah, man. First one back wins."

They looked away from each other .Oscar waves at his girlfriend and she nods her head.

"On your mark. Get set. Go!" Her hands shoot down and screeches cut the air. A trail of dust engulfs them as they race off. Bonnie kept silent as Enzo shifts the car over and over again, but something inside her awakens from a very deep sleep.

Oscar pulls ahead and makes a sharp swerve right in front of them. His red tail lights are blinding in the night and his exhaust is puffing out thin clouds of smoke. Enzo speeds up, inching the front end toward the rear of the GTO. As they approach the end, Oscar pulls farther ahead, but it's not over yet. Enzo has a thing for flipping the car around, without decreasing the acceleration. It's scary as hell, but it works every time.

They reach the end and Bonnie should probably be nervous. She guess she can't change what's in her blood. The GTO begins to slant sideways as Oscar turns it. Enzo veers to the side to get around him and shoots for the open gap between the car and the trees. Bonnie grab the handle above her head, the brakes squeal, and she braces her feet up on the dashboard.

The car straightens out and Enzo floors the gas pedal. Oscar was having a harder time lining back up. By the time they were speeding up the road again, he was a small distance behind them. Enzo punches the gas and shifts the car into a higher gear.

The long front end of the GTO occurs through her window and Enzo floors it, shooting her a look that lets her know she can tell him to slow down if she want.

She doesn't.

People fled to the side, panicking at their dangerous speed as they ripped through the finish line. It wasn't clear who the winner was or who's going to be able to get their car to stop in time, before crashing. Brakes shriek and dust swamps the windows. Her body was thrown forward with the car's abrupt halt and she smack her head on the dashboard.

Enzo works to regain control of the wheel and straightens the car as it skids to a stop. Everything settles and the dust slowly clears. Bonnie and Enzo stare out the windshield, breathing loudly, their eyes as widen.. The front bumper of the Chevelle is a sliver away from a very large tree.

"Holy shit," Enzo whispers and looks at her, his eyes bulging. "Are you okay Bonnie?"

Bonnie lowers her hand from the dashboard, her chest heaving with her breaths. Rubbing the bump on her head, she turns in her seat toward Enzo. She was no longer in control.

As Bonnie inclines toward Enzo, her heart flutters to life in her chest. Her eyes shut and her lips brush his, gently tasting him. It feeds her hunger vaguely and she edged back, letting her eyes open. Enzo is looking at her, his hand comes up behind her head and he entices her lips back to his.

Something snaps inside her. With one swift movement, Enzo lifts her over the console and she straddle his lap, looping her arms around his neck. His hands burrow into her thighs and under her skirt onto her bare skin. Bonnie's breath delays at the intimacy of his touch. Bonnie's legs tense and Enzo leans back. "Stay here, baby," he whispers, like he can read her thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run."

He waits for her to nod and then crashes his lips into her, keeping his hands under her skirt. Bonnie arches her body into him, pressing her chest against his, and her nipples tingle. His tongue sensually plays with hers, tracing every spot on her mouth and lips. Her body starts to fill with a secret longing. Enzo moves his mouth away from hers and her legs tremble in objection. He sucks a path of kisses down her jawline, moving to her neck and residing on her chest right above where her breast curves out of the top of her shirt.

He lets out a slow, deep groan and his hand slides higher into her skirt as he guides her closer. She can feel him pressing in-between her legs and it scares the shit out of her, but not enough to make her stop. It's like all the sexual tension she ran away from has sprung free all at once. Someone bangs on the window. "Are you two having fun in there?"

Bonnie jump back and her cheeks start to heat at the sight of Damon and Beka staring at them through the window. In his black tee and jeans, Damon blends in with the night, but his dark, insinuating smile glows. Rebekah's eyes are enlarged and her jaw is hanging open. Enzo does nothing to help the situation. A lazy grin spreads across his face as he watches her through hooded eyes, looking very pleased with himself.

She climb off his lap and straightened her skirt and hair before getting out of the car. She calmly walks around the back of the car and join Damon and Rebekah. "So who won the race?" Bonnie ask, smoothing the last of the wrinkles out of her skirt.

Damon smirks at her. "Is that what you're really thinking about at the moment?"

She stares at him blankly. "What else would I be thinking about?"

Enzo climbs out of the car, stretching his long legs. "We won, I'm pretty sure," he says, taking her hand like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Although, I'm betting there's an argument going on about it."

Damon nods agreeably and takes a sip of his soda. "Yep, everyone who bet on you is insisting you've won and vice-versa with Oscar."

Enzo interlaces their fingers. "So the same old, same old."

"You know how these things go." Damon pats Enzo's shoulder indifferently. "They're never going to come to a decision."

Bonnie's hand was sweating into Enzo's. He just cracked her open and her mind is racing with a billion thoughts. She can't do this with him. She can't crush him. She need to repaint the lines somehow.

"We should just leave," Enzo says to her. "Let's not even give them the benefit of our argument."

"You want to drive out of here all gallant?" Bonnie ask. "And make a grand exit?"

Enzo smiles and squeezes her hand. "A grand statement."

"Which would be?"

"That we don't give a shit."

Bonnie lets out a shaky breath and nods. "That sounds good to me."

"You want to meet up at the house?" he asks Damon. "I'm sure we're going to have to do some tuning up on The Beast after what I just did."

Rebekah scrunches her nose and pops her gum. "The beast? Do I even want to know what that is?"

Enzo taps the car door with his free hand. "Yep, that's what I named it. Kind of like how you call your car your baby."

Beka laughs. "Oh, I get it. Although, I like my name better."

Enzo traces his thumb along the palm of Bonnie's hand. "Are you ready to go? Or do you want to go pick a fight with someone first."

Bonnie flashes a panicked glance at Rebekah, who knits her eyebrows. "Maybe Beka and I should ride together. I haven't spent any time with her today."

"You've spent time with me every day for the last eight months," she replies. "I think we're good for a few hours."

"I'll take care of her." Damon chucks the empty bottle of soda across the parking lot and it lands in the back of his truck. "Really, really good care of her."

Rebekah lets her blonde hair fall into her face to hide her blush. Bonnie had never seen her blush like that. What exactly have the two of them been up to tonight?

Enzo shakes his head at Damon. "Be good."

Damon rolls his eyes and then walks off with Rebekah toward his truck. Bonnie and Enzo got into his car and she prepare herself to make a speech.

Enzo squeezes his eyes shut and holds his hand up. "Don't even say it. Just let it go for the night. Please. I need to just feel this."

The pain in his voice causes her to fasten her jaw shut. Opening his eyes, he starts up the car and they drive down the road. Enzo waves to Oscar as they pass and everyone's eyes follow them. Then the darkness takes over as they pull out onto the main road and the headlights light up the night.

Bonnie and Enzo finally kissed, Bonnie of course is still trying to resist Enzo trying but failing. Anyways next chapter we'll see what text message Enzo got that upset him.