Part 6

We both dressed comfortably in black loose jeans, matching black Alexander McQueen hoodies, and black combat New Rock boots. That night, neither of us took a bag. Perth just grabbed his car keys and put his wallet in his pocket. We brought some black face masks with us, because you never knew who you might meet, even though the event was strictly discreet and prohibited any filming or photography.

We took Perth's black BMW X6 and drove to the location Ohm had sent him. The closer we got, the more anxious I became.

"Have you been to street races a lot?" I asked Perth.

"Nah, just a couple of times," he answered, adding, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

We drove near the location, and Perth started to slow down. Men in all black were everywhere. He rolled down the car window and calmly gave them the codes Ohm had provided. They let us in, and Perth drove forward and parked beside Ohm car he instantly recognized.

"Put a mask and a hood on. At least until we find Ohm and his friends," Perth advised, and I just nodded.

We stepped out of the car. Perth walked closely to me, like he was protecting me and warning everyone to back off. It was the first time he had shown me that bad-boy, badass, rebellious side of him. He looked so confident, proud, and completely free.

"Hey guys, you came!" Ohm shouted and hugged us both.

"You invited us of course we came. And I didn't want to miss a street race with BMWs only," Perth said. I instantly knew why he wanted to come tonight, he loved BMWs.

"Just BMWs?" I whispered to him.

"Mhm, but crazily modified ones. You know I'm into that," he answered.

"That I do," I said and laughed.