Race (16 page)

CHAPTER FORTY THREE

THE DONATION AGREEMENT

"Hello?" Harry answered his phone.

"Where should I get your money delivered?" Ronan said at the other end of the line, whilst Alice continued to apply her lipstick.

"At the King's Cross, there's a society place. Tomorrow, you can donate my share there," Harry replied, as Mini tapped away on her phone. She looked up, unable to believe what Harry was saying.

"Donate it to a charity?" Ronan repeated, laughing.

"It's my money," Harry replied calmly. "I can do whatever I want with it."

Ronan grinned. "Good luck," he shrugged, and dialled off the phone whilst Alice giggled lightly.

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

THE ROOFTOP OF THE ROYAL PARKING

"So weird," she commented, and they continued to drive. Chantelle followed them. Ronan drove right into the Royal Parking. Chantelle continued to follow them. Ronan purposefully drov round endless twists and bends in the parking, and then drove all the way to the rooftop of the Royal Parking.  Chantelle followed the pair of them - and when Ronan parked, she parked too, and got out of her car.

When Alice and Ronan saw her get out of her car, they drove in front of her. Ronan gave her a thumbs down, the look on his face threatening. Alice smirked too. Chantelle didn't know what was going on. Alice and Ronan drove out of the Royal Parking, leaving Chantelle alone on the rooftop, confused and not knowing what to do.

That's when Frank the contract killer strode on to the rooftop in his red truck.

Chantelle's eyes went wide in shock. "Frank?" she gasped. She rolled over on to her car and Frank hit it. The car flew into the air and dropped back down with a massive shatter on to Frank's car, and then bounced off with a thump on to the ground. Chantelle began to run for all she was worth, and Frank slowed down since Chantelle's car had smashed his window. That didn't stop him though. He revved up the engine again, and Chantelle was at a dead end. There was nowhere else that she could run. She held on to the barrier for her dear life, praying that this wasn't the end.

Somebody was running up on a higher building, seeing that Chantelle was in trouble. He was wearing a red shirt with blue jeans and a white jacket.

It was Noah.

Noah began to run, faster and faster, and saw Frank's truck driving towards Chantelle. Noah jumped for his life, and caught hold of a crane wire, and then slid down it. A whole load of heavy steel and aluminium and titranium construction materials fell smash in front of Frank's car, and Noah landed right at the front of Frank's car. Frank came to an abrupt stop.

"Run, Chantelle!" Noah shouted. "Run!"

Chantelle nodded, and began to run back in to the Royal  Parking. Frank was now incredibly angry and Noah was still on top of his car. Frank spun the car around in an attempt to reverse it and began to drive, harder and faster, the revving of his engine deafening. He drove faster and faster to the inside of the Royal Parking where Chantelle was running. Bending around countless twists and corners, Noah tried his best to hold on to the truck. He began to smash the front window of Frank's truck with his foot, so that the glass would shatter completely. He finally did it and jumped inside the truck, fighting for the steering wheel. Frank began to struggle, and then Noah started hitting Frank with all of the force that he had. Bothered, Frank got himself back up whilst they both continued to fight over the steering wheel. Frank flashed a night out of hic pocket and made to stab Noah but Noah began to defend himself, grabbing Frank's hand in an attempt to push the knife away from himself. There was a loud and deafening scream as Frank struggled in pain, his shirt soaked with blood and he was clutching himself as Noah had just stabbed him. The car began to lose control as it went down a hilly part, and Chantelle had to roll over in order not to get run over by it. She got back up on her feet and ran - but she was now at another dead end, and the truck was still driving towards her. She gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks, but Noah grabbed hold of the brakes and pushed them down. The car came to an abrupt halt, and Frank lay dead on the steering wheel.

Noah clambered out of the car and sat at its front to see Chantelle properly. He put his arms on hers and gazed into her eyes. "I don't know how many days it's been," Noah whispered softly, "but for the first time ever, I can see a frightened look on your face. You should always look like that. You look beautiful."

Chantelle smiled at him, but she was still breathless.  She held on to Noah. "Noah, I've never seen myself so close to death before," she mumbled, her eyes watering.

"Ssh," Noah sympathized, cupping her face in his hands, his eyes never leaving her gaze. "I'm always gonna be with you, so there's no need to be afraid about anything. When you told me about the sanction letter with Alice's name on it, I still understood, that for money, Ronan would have killed you too."

"But Ronan has all ready taken the money from the bank," Chantelle replied, as she remembered what had happened earlier.

"I know," Noah nodded, squeezing Chantelle's hand. "That's exactly what I wanted. After all, it's the money of my death. Only Ronan can claim that money."

Chantelle looked worried.

"Everything is under control," Noah reassured. "The plan is working." He hugged her tightly, and planted a light kiss on her forehead in reassurance. Chantelle was Noah's and Noah was Chantelle's, and that was all that mattered to both of them.

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

THE REUNION OF NOAH AND CHANTELLE

"Come on, I'm gonna treat yo to something special tonight," Noah told Chantelle, smiling.

"Oh yeah?" Chantelle asked. "And what's that?"

"Well, it's been such a long time since we've both done something together because of all of this damn drama that Ronan's been creating. So how about I treat you to a party?" Noah smiled.

"Sure," Chantelle said, biting her lip in lust. "I'd love that."

"Well, come on then! Let's go!" Noah said, grabbing her hand.

"But Noah, I can't wear the same clothes! I want to get ready!" Chantelle complained. "I want to look special, just for you," she added sneakily.

Noah stared at her for a long moment - and then he was kissing her as if he had never kissed her before: she was the only person in the world, Chantelle, and she was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion.

Noah pulled away slightly. "You will always look special for me, Chantelle," he whispered. "You're all I could ever want from a girl. You're beautiful, so, so damn beautiful. I love you."

Chantelle smiled at him, cheekily patting his chest. "You're not such a bad looker either," she grinned. "You're perfect."

Noah smiled again, blushing, all though his face was already deep red from what just happened. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and grabbed her hand again. "Come on," he said.  Chantelle nodded. The pair of them ran out of the Royal  Parking, called a taxi, and went down to the stud farm night club.

They danced together well into the night, not caring who was watching them. This was their time together, and they were going to make the most of it. Everything was fine and dandy, and then Noah gathered around with some of his friends in the night club to sing.

Race is on my mind

Race is in my soul

Race is in my life

My heart is racing on

Race is on my mind

Race is in my soul

Race is in my life

My heart is racing on

Oh yeah...

Race is on my mind,

Race is in my soul,

Race is in my life,

My heart is racing on.

Your intoxication is intoxicant.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

When I'm touching your body,

A ll my touches are driving me crazy.

Leave it just on baby,

No need to worry...

Passionate burning,

I’m burning like the sun.

No matter what,

I'll fall for nobody else.

Underneath your curls,

That's where I wanna stay.

If you wish,

I’ll give you my heart away.

I'm hot... so hot...

I could fly,

That's just how

You make me feel...

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

Bridging the gap,

we don’t wanna live this way.

My life,

I'll leave for you everything.

I dream of you alone,

I thirst for you alone.

I’m never feeling down

As long as you’re around

It’s hard to control,

I'm losing my soul,

how to control,

I love you forever.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

race is on my mind,

race is in my soul,

race is in my life,

my heart is racing on.

Your intoxication is intoxicant.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

Chantelle giggled.  Noah was anything you would want from a man: he was handsome, nice, kind, a man with good intentions ...

Then, Chantelle was in for a real surprise. Noah grabbed her hand, took her back to the stud farm and into the horses stable where they'd made love, and then made love to her in exactly the same way.

Since Chantelle's dress was so low cut and loose, it seemed to slip off with great ease. Noah's hands slid over her arched back, and Chantelle felt the clasp of her bra pop open. She continued to kiss him fervently and passionately, not wanting to stop, and she was feeling pulses of electricity running through my body. She arched her body closer to his, her breathing becoming louder and faster as her heart hammered rapidly against her chest. His breathing mirrored hers, and his hands stroked down her back, reaching the sensitive small area of her back until she squirmed into him even more. Her hands rushed down his body, and she traced the perfect planes of his chest with her searching hands: his muscles were perfect, every outline, every little detail of them. His chest was so smooth and muscular it made her sigh with pleasure. He reached for her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, throwing her bra to the corner of the stable where it landed with a light thud. Chantelle's hands found his belt, which she quickly unfastened, becoming impatient with the buckle. Finally, it came off and he slid the jeans off. He pulled her on top of him onto the straw, and she briefly let go of him to remove her knickers, that minute seemed to last forever. As soon as she was done, he pulled her back to him and kissed her neck so passionately her breath caught. She moaned with pleasure, not wanting him to stop. He rolled them both over and started slowly to progress with the kissing down to her shoulder, working softly down to her breasts. His tongue tenderly traced the shape of her nipple, then he continued on down to her tummy until he got to the tips of her thighs. He stroked the insides of her thighs, then agonizingly slow, he started kissing her below there. She moaned again, this time louder, and he stopped all too soon. His lips were at her mouth again and she could feel him inside her, his own stomach pressed against hers. He gasped, letting himself take a breath, but just another minute later, she felt him entering her again, and then he was thrusting with all the force he had. Her body reacted to his, and they were both rocking until they were both hot and sweaty. Not that they stopped. She felt herself climbing higher towards climax, and felt him deep inside her, filling her with pleasure so intense that she couldn't help but scream his name. Her body was shaking, and she couldn’t breathe at all. His moans were so loud, it turned her on even more, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure. He was so perfect. He kissed her again, beginning softly, but getting harder and harder and harder and harder…