Leo looked at his car. The cracked windshield. The dented door. The coffee-stained cup in the holder. “Running away,” he admitted.
Leo pulled in fifty yards behind them. The engines idled with a guttural, wet purr that vibrated in his chest. 2 lamborghini
“Nice rentals,” Leo said, leaning against his sedan, trying for casual and failing. Leo looked at his car
Leo felt a pang he couldn’t name. Not jealousy. Something older. Recognition. ” Leo said
The old man laughed—a real, dusty laugh. “Rentals? Son, I’ve had that Aventador for eleven years. Bought it the day my wife left me. Best decision I ever made.”