"I'll show you, Damien Sinclair."
Aria didn't gently press the gas pedal. Operating on pure, spite-fueled adrenaline, she slammed her bare foot down on the accelerator.
The Maserati's twin-turbo V8 engine shrieked. The sudden G-force threw them both violently backward, pinning them flat against the bucket seats as the car lunged out of the parking spot like a missile.
Aria's eyes blew wide in panic. The concrete wall of the garage was suddenly approaching at warp speed.
She slammed her foot down on the brakes.
SCREEECH.
The car jolted to a violent, neck-snapping halt. The seatbelts instantly locked, aggressively choking them both against the leather seats before whipping them backward.
The silence inside the cabin was absolute, broken only by the low, angry hum of the idling engine.
