Monte Carlo nights (Eight)

The city had become a passing blur of mauve. Vigilant street lights guiding them amidst the dark night. The impressive Bugatti was now on a long, expansive highway motoring at a steady pace. His foot periodically stroking the accelerator to burst past other motorists. Their voices hushed since she had been collected. Her hypnotic eyes a reflective glaze as she had watched Monte Carlo flash by. The stunning city, her home. This was it. 

"Not long until the air field,"  He thought to himself. "Not long..." His eyes narrowing as he inspected the rear mirror noting the silver BMW that had been travelling behind them for the last few yards. His instinct pricked him. It felt a little too close for comfort. Trying to dismiss it he gently caressed the peddle, the beast like engine murmured as the car gained more momentum. The silver BMW began to quicken its speed. 

The deep lining of a brow transpired as his chestnut eyes looked again into the rear mirror. Inside the car was a solemn sanctuary of private thoughts. The busy buzz of motorists was gradually dissipating around them. A wistful daydream of the new life floated through his mind. The new life, it was awaiting them. A new life, a life with this stunning woman. Bang!! He blinked rapidly as they were suddenly jolted forward. The car behind had forceful rammed into the back of the Bugatti. Then it did it again. Bang!

She looked at him sharply, a look of terror etched across her delicate face. The BMW revved its engine loudly as it again drove into them for a third time. Bang! "It's Francois!" She cried. He stayed silent.

The car trailing grunted as it drove threateningly at them. Flashing its headlights, it showing no signs of abating. Who was driving the silver BMW? The long highway was beginning to open up as the other motorists had begun to filter away. Two cars now taking centre stage, distinctly visible under the statuesque motorway lights. The nightly wind had decided to  reintroduce itself again like a flamboyant orchestrator as the cars advanced along with verve.

His strong forearms tensed as he tightly gripped onto the leather steering wheel, assertively pressing down on the peddle encouraging the powerful machine to pull away from the encroaching car. The Bugatti needing no invitation to demonstrate its superior might as it gained an advantage. Again he stole a look into the mirror. He could make out two shadowy silhouettes sitting in the BMW. Was Francois one of them? 

She had become stricken with panic, repeatedly looked over her shoulder. Her fear was palpable. The pursuing vehicle was not letting up. Emerald eyes startlingly wide with trepidation. 

"He's catching up!" "He's going to kill us!" Her voice cracking as she shouted.

The dash board clock showed he was comfortably doing 85 miles an hour. He knew the car was capable of much, much more. If there was ever a time to put it to the test now was that time. Forcefully pressing his foot on the accelerator he looked ahead keenly. The engine screamed an indulgent cry of delight. Instantly a sharp surge of adrenaline bolted through his body. The Bugatti ferociously roared forward devouring the inviting opening road. The trailing BMW couldn't cope with the speed he was generating now. 

Spotting the right turn he needed he skilfully swerved into a slip road. His heart pounding repeatedly in the process. The engine rumbling with exhilaration as the car continued to move at an unyielding pace. The BMW was still stubbornly chasing them. Its golden lights glaring menacingly as it drove with purpose. The Bugatti had now found its way onto a winding road that ushered in the magnificent Monte Carlo coastline. His heart was beginning to thump heavily beneath his dampening shirt.  A chilling, cold sweat broke out navigating its way down his muscular back. The silver car was still in searing pursuit, its hot breath grilling the back of the Bugatti. His mind raced with thoughts as the road began to pull into a dangerously narrow passage. Large, jagged rocks baring sharp teeth flanked their right side. A huge treacherous drop smiled wickedly down to their left. 

He had no choice but to slow the Bugatti down as he drove precariously, not wanting to lose control he softly pressed on the brake. The car was still  being driven at a pace that was too fast for the road. A fleeting scan into his mirror showed that they were still on his tail. He had underestimated the speed of BMW and its driver. The dampness of his shirt was beginning to cling to his frame. Who was in the car?

Something had to give. But the road was unforgiving. In the blink of an eye they were upon him, side by side. They had caught up and were driving into his left side. Barging into the Bugatti. Wrestling for supremacy. Attempting to smash them into the ragged rocks. Bang! Bang! Bang! The cars screeching and roaring - battling one another as they raced along. He firmly returned the gesture - steering into the silver vehicle, barging into its side. Bang! Bang! The huge cavernous drop lay closer to the BMW. Its driver seeming unperturbed. He still couldn't make out the men in the vehicle. Who was it?

Her heart by now was tight like a fist, she had been rendered silent, gripping the sides of her seat. Her pupils dilated. Paralysed with fear. 

He wanted to drive faster, escape, flee. However, the fear of the precarious road instructed him to head a pinch of caution. Something had to give. They needed to shake these men off. Another sharp bend loomed ominously ahead, they both wouldn't make it round at this aggressive pace. He slammed hard on his break; skidding the car violently along the road. Skid marks scorching the ground. The Bugatti came to a belated halt. The BMW hadn't expected this as it carried on racing forward erratically towards the beckoning bend. The driver inside suddenly realising danger frantically began to brake on seeing the awkward angle. The momentous power being too much to control as the silver car smashed wickedly against the barrier careering over the cliff edge. 

The raucous wind shouted and wailed animatedly as the car sailed wonderfully - down to its engulfing destruction. A melange of beautiful oranges bursting free to dance provocatively with the orchestral element. Moments ensued before the wind paused to draw breath as it watched the apricot blaze sizzle under the black night. 

Eventually, everything went eerily silent, tranquil. 

Monte Carlo stood still.

Demola, TCC