Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 49 McLaren Speedtails

Parker froze for a second, staring at the sleek cars lined up like they belonged to some billionaire action star and not him. For a moment, it felt like stepping into someone else's life, someone he hadn't quite become yet.

"You getting sentimental again?"

The voice behind him cut through his thoughts like a sharp blade. He turned to see Tessa leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in playful judgment.

"Yeah, maybe," he admitted with a smirk, exhaling a slow breath. "Can't really help it. But you'd get it."

"I wouldn't bet on that," she shot back, her tone dry but light.

Parker raised an eyebrow, curious but too lazy to press further. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of sleek key fobs, their glossy finish catching the light.

Three fobs, each matching the bold colors of his McLarens.

The McLaren logo glinted sharply on each one, matching the bold colors of his cars. Without hesitation, he grabbed the green-accented key fob and tossed it to her.

Tessa caught it mid-air, her reflexes sharp.

"Go check it out," he said with a shrug, like he was talking about a casual pair of sneakers and not a car worth millions.

Tessa stared at the key for a moment, her lips twitching into a grin.

Without another word, she strode toward the green Speedtail, her steps quickening as she got closer.

Meanwhile, Parker pressed a button on the black key fob. The black McLaren Speedtail's dihedral doors popped open with a soft whirr, rising upward like wings about to take flight.

He walked up to it, running a hand along the car's smooth, uninterrupted curves. The black paint looked impossibly glossy, like liquid obsidian had been poured over the frame.

He stepped closer, peeking into the cabin.

The interior was insane—unlike any car he'd ever sat in before. The driver's seat was smack dab in the middle, flanked by two slightly smaller passenger seats on either side. All wrapped in buttery black leather with neon accents that glowed faintly under the dim parking lot lights.

The steering wheel looked more like something ripped out of a spaceship than a car, minimalistic but impossibly sleek.

"In Aphrodite's name," Parker muttered, climbing inside.

The seat hugged him like it was custom-made, and it probably was. Everything felt so precise, so damn futuristic. The dashboard was all screens, not a single knob or button in sight.

The touchscreen controls glowed softly, whispering luxury in every pixel.

From her spot, Tessa pressed the green fob. The green Speedtail responded with a sharp beep-beep as its doors rose, revealing an interior just as ridiculous as Parker's.

"No freaking way," she murmured, sliding into the driver's seat. "This is insane." Tessa despite her rich family, she hadn't explored much of this.

To the past her, cars were just that, cars, she hadn't even got time to explore cars and their different aspects. Parker was showing her a different kind of life.

She ran her hands over the leather wheel, her excitement bubbling over despite her usual calm demeanor. The faint scent of new car hit her—expensive, clean, and just a little intoxicating.

Parker smirked as he watched her from across the lot. "You good over there? Don't drool on the upholstery."

"Shut up, I'm from a billionaire's family lineage, Parker!" Tessa shot back, but her grin betrayed her.

"Whatever. Take a good look," he called out. "You're sitting on, like, three millions genius."

"Yeah, no pressure, it's just some millions, alright?" she said with a snort, running her fingers over the center console. "But still this thing's nuts, though. Like, who even needs this?"

"Nobody needs it," Parker replied, leaning back in his seat. "But it's not about needing. It's about having."

He pressed a button, and the car purred to life, the engine growling low and smooth like a panther stretching after a nap. The sound bounced off the walls, sending a ripple through the air.

Tessa followed suit, firing up the green Speedtail. Her face lit up as the same growl filled her ears.

"Okay, I get it," she admitted, her voice laced with awe. "This is badass."

The parking lot filled with the growl of the McLaren Speedtails as both cars idled, their engines humming like caged predators ready to pounce. Parker leaned back in his seat, gripping the steering wheel loosely, a sly smirk plastered on his face.

"Welcome to the good life, Parker Black." he said, his tone dripping with mock arrogance. "Wanna go for a test drive?"

Tessa, seated in the green-accented Speedtail, shot him a look through the open window. "Do I even have to answer that?" she quipped, tapping the steering wheel rhythmically as if gearing herself up for something big.

Parker chuckled, adjusting his grip. "Then let's roll."

With a synchronized roar, the McLarens glided out of the parking lot, the sunlight slicing through the structure and illuminating the cars in streaks of gold.

The sleek, futuristic curves of their bodies practically screamed wealth and power.

Onlookers in the area stopped, some pulling out their phones to record, others just gawking at the sight of not one but two Speedtails cutting through the streets like they owned the world.

The cars slid onto Olympic Boulevard, their engines rumbling low, a promise of chaos held in check.

Parker glanced at Tessa through his side mirror, catching the way her lips curled into a grin as she revved her engine teasingly. The sound echoed between the buildings, turning heads and leaving people in awe.

"This thing is too damn smooth," Tessa said over a video call they had open, her face lit with excitement as she adjusted the sunglasses on her head. "It's like driving on a cloud."

"You're welcome," Parker said with a smirk, tapping the gas pedal just enough to make his Speedtail surge forward slightly. "But don't get too comfy. You might not be driving it for long." He joked a little.

"Oh, you're funny." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was a fire in her eyes. She was hyped, and Parker could feel it.

They drove through the calmer streets of Venice Boulevard, the usual LA chaos giving way to quieter stretches. The Speedtails glided effortlessly over the asphalt, their glossy exteriors gleaming under the late-morning sun.

Pedestrians turned to stare as the cars passed by, their sleek profiles like something out of a futuristic car ad.

The sound of the engines was pure symphony—deep, throaty rumbles with the occasional crackle as Parker and Tessa flirted with the gas pedal. Every now and then, Parker would glance at the speedometer, the temptation to floor it growing stronger.

But not yet. They were saving that rush for the moment that counted.

"You feeling it yet?" Parker asked over the call, his voice almost taunting.

"Oh, I'm feeling it, how about a race...?" Tessa replied, her hand tightening on the wheel, he nodded. "You better be ready to lose, rich boy."

"Keep dreaming." He grinned, a spark of competitiveness lighting up in his chest.

Finally, they reached a stretch of open road on Alameda Street, just far enough from the city's chaotic buzz. Parker brought his car to a stop and turned to see Tessa pulling up beside him, her engine idling with a low growl.

He rolled down his window, letting the stillness of the moment sink in. "Alright," he said, loud enough for her to hear. "Here's the deal. You win, you keep the Speedtail. All yours, no strings attached."

Tessa raised an eyebrow, suspicion flickering in her expression. "And if you win?"

Parker smirked, leaning on the door. "You'll find out."

She tilted her head, clearly curious but too competitive to back down. "Deal."

With that, the two revved their engines, the sound bouncing off the buildings around them like a war cry. A few people on the sidewalks stopped to watch, sensing that something big was about to go down.

Parker glanced at Tessa, her determination radiating from her like heat. "On three," he said, gripping the wheel tighter. "One... two..."

Before he could say three, the deep, guttural roar of a different engine filled the air. Parker's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, and his smirk widened into a grin that bordered on wicked.

Behind them, a sleek Bugatti—dark as the void but glinting with a sharp edge of blue under the sunlight—was closing in fast. Its headlights blinked once, almost tauntingly, like it was throwing down a challenge of its own.

"Well, shit," Parker muttered, laughing as the adrenaline kicked in. He slammed his foot on the gas, the Speedtail leaping forward with a feral growl.

"Game on!" he shouted into the call, the sound of Tessa's laughter blending with the scream of their engines as they took off, the Bugatti hot on their tails.

[Ding! Mission Generated...]

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