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"Then who did you hear the term from?"

"The ones who told me were the Sirens themselves. Each of them consulted the group on what to do with my men they had captured. In the end, Ms. Benelli took one of our phones and told us to stop. Her warning included that if we did not heed her words, the Sirens would really come after us."

"Josephine said that? Really? She didn\'t seem the type."

"..."

"What?"

"My lord, does the term \'shooting star\' ring a bell?"

Vincent had just said something in a foreign language. I understood it in English, so I wouldn\'t have noticed it if I wasn\'t paying attention.

"What language is that?"

"Huh? It\'s Italian, sir. Shooting star is Italian for shooting star."

That was strange. But I understood that the first shooting star in his sentence was automatically translated by {Interpret}.

"Hmm. Okay. The answer would be no. I have no idea why you think shooting star should ring a bell."

"I see. Getting back to our main objective, there she is."

The American gangster led me to a white Cadillac Escalade-V. It looked incredibly sleek and absolutely powerful. Considering that this baby was 4,000 pounds heavier than a regular Escalade, it would be the equivalent of a battering ram.

\'Too bad it wouldn\'t fit in my storage room. Otherwise I could take it to Hellsgate and play twisted metal with the undead.\'

Vincent handed me a key fob that looked like a button. It had a beautiful profile and six buttons on it.

"My lord, try pressing the middle button with the circle twice."

I followed his instructions and heard the white SUV in front of me roar to life. With my enhanced hearing, even though the engine was quite loud, I could hear the power hidden in the rumbles.

My bald gangster then opened the driver\'s side door and motioned for me to get in. Wordlessly, I entered the vehicle and sat down on the beautiful dark auburn colored interior.

As I gripped the steering wheel, a new feeling came over me. It was pride. There was a reason most guys measured their dick size with their cars. Truly, the feeling of owning one was more of a status symbol than anything else.

This SUV, was the first car I bought with my own money. Scratch that, bought with my blood would be more accurate. As I marveled at the product of American engineering I felt immense happiness.

"Congratulations on the purchase of your first vehicle, my lord! May it be the first of many!"

I nodded and couldn\'t help but grin. Eager to zoom through the streets, I turned on the console on the dashboard. The amount of shit it was displaying was a bit intimidating.

"My Lord, thank you for all you have done for me and the Deryck family. I wish you a safe journey. I will be in touch. May your fate end the darkness," the gangster said reverently.

Vincent closed the door and extended his hand toward the exit of the garage. Lights on the floor began to glow one by one, forming a pattern towards the exit.

Taking that as my cue, I put the gear selector in drive and stepped on the gas. The V-8 engine roared and sent the vehicle barreling forward. Like a child taking his toy out for a spin, I allowed myself to scream with joy as I pulled out of the parking lot.

From the speed and smoothness of the Escalade\'s handling, you\'d never know that this car had over 4,000 pounds of armor. I was told that normally the doors would be really heavy and the engine would have a hard time pushing the car forward.

Maybe because I had {Limitless} on, I hardly noticed the extra weight on the door. Although you could see the three inches of glass on the windows.

As I sped along the highways, I intentionally took the longest route back to the Simmons residence. People who noticed the loud sound of my engine looked at my vehicle in awe.

Using my senses, I was even able to lip-sync to some of them while hearing the others.

"Dude, look at that sweet ride, beefy as fuck!"

"That right there is a man\'s SUV. He even has a bull bar on his Cadillac."

"Yo, Dre! Are the windows supposed to be that thick? It looks like shit you see on submarines."

"Dawg! Listen to the roar of that thing! Sounds like a V-8!"

"Hell no dawg, ain\'t no way they put a V-8 on an SUV."

I felt like a parent bragging about their child. Every word of praise from the public brought a smile to my face. The loud sound of the V-8 engine combined with the imposing profile of the Escalade made it stand out on the road.

A traffic light along my route turned red as I was forced to stop. The brakes worked well despite the beefiness of my ride. This feeling of freedom and status must be why there were a lot of assholes out there doing nothing but bragging about their cars.

As I waited for the light to turn green, the truck next to me honked. I looked to my right and checked the make and model of the vehicle next to me.

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It was a black pickup with a Ford logo. Using {Connect} I quickly Googled the vehicle and learned that it was a Ford F-150 Lightning EV.

The Ford Lightning was an electric vehicle that was one of the fastest trucks on the market. It boasted an acceleration of 0-60 in 4.4 seconds. It had an impressive range of 300 miles on a full charge.