For reasons, this chapter is in the 3RD PERSON POV

sorry if it's really fucking weird guys, it's the first time I'm doing it in this book
(and if it's good you can always request another POV change in it, and I will try my best to write it into the story!!!)

Besides Ares and the twins everyone who is supposed to be racing is there now, and Anton- -who instantly became more reserved around the strangers- -assigned them cars.

Nico got a blazing electric green BMW 3-Series that has dark brown decals going along the frame. Donovan got a blue Mazda MX-5 Miata that has black tires and looks very simple next to his girlfriends race car.

Santiago got a simple tan Porsche Panamera, and scowled when he touched the hood but Anton seemed to snarl at him and made him go quiet and wide-eyed. Anton seems to know something is wrong with Saint, something that Valentino picked up on just as easily.

Camilla and Livia both got a Mazda MX-5 Miata but Cami's is a matte grey one with a wild orange stripe zigzagging down the middle while Liv's is a sleek silver that shines through her classy attitude. Angelina got a flat black Mustang R-Spec with a straight white line down the middle and a honeycomb pattern on the hood fading up.

After describing Ares and Logan to Anton he picked out cars for them, but with room to change after they actually get here. Ares got a bright blue BMW I8 that fades into a dark purple much like my car fades back from orange. Logan got a gold Camaro Firebird, that Everly knows will fit him perfectly.

But Anton couldn't decide on Conner, and it only pushed Everly's theory on him further. She couldn't be closer to the truth.

Conner is constantly fighting between being himself and being who people expect him to be, wanting people to notice him but really notice him. Anton can tell that on some level -being the best people reader in the group. So Conner's car is going to be a surprise, and so, he thinks, will Conner be when he decided to be himself. Personally, Anton can't wait to listen to Everly talk about it. He can't wait to hear he's right.

And, on a simple note, Anton is fascinated by how Everly describes Conner.

She said, "Mi fido completamente di lui, gli ho parlato del dottore prima di dirlo al mio ragazzo. Non è solo la mia vita, mi fido di lui con la mia anima. Mi fido di lui." which, in short, meant I trust him with my life, and soul which in turn made Anton instantly trust a man he's never met.

Valentino rests against the couch with Everly sitting on the back, the two silently in a poke war that Anton himself started but quickly got out of purely for the sake of entertainment. Knowing them for so long, he knew the two would quickly and silently battle it out while leaving him alone.

And honestly, seeing his nearly-a-midget and his sarcastic jerk of best friends get angry over a simple poke on their arms all while staying silent is more than enough to keep him occupied.

"So," Anton drawls, his sharp grey eyes looking right to Angie -who narrows her own at him. "You and Ever, your eyes -they're the same."

Angie, who knows he's talking about the permanent look in both their eyes and not the color, chooses to be difficult. "She's got blue ones, I got brown." 

"Yeah? And I have grey." Anton smirks, being snarky right back.

It's then Angie catches the look in his eye, something dark lurking there. It had been there the entire time Angelina had been talking to him, and only faded when his two friends were around, but there nonetheless -which the woman only now realized. It was a look only someone that had been through something terrible got, not even all foster kids or sexually abused people get. That look, it didn't tell her that Anton has a good life, that he's a good man.

It told her that maybe, maybe he was just like her.

Angelina used to have that look, but with Camilla and Liv it went away. But it took time and patience and understanding, it took work. Now she just has that wise, haunted look hidden in the crevices of the color in her eyes; just like Everly, and just like Valentino.

Anton has worked, he has a great life, but he knows about the look in his eye and he's accepted it's never going away.

"I know -what's it's like." Angie ends up murmuring, and has no glue why she does it. That look doesn't mean he knows about the foster systems horrors, the scars of abuse, it doesn't connect her like Everly's look does. Yet she still says it and chooses to trust him with a part of herself. "And you-"

"I know too." Anton says, gaze still steadily on her though Angie is more than unnerved -something she hasn't been in awhile, but it's not a bad kind. More of a he can unravel everything about her that she can't explain type way. "Who are you to l'amante di Everly?"

"Who am I to Ares?" She quickly translates, though she has no idea Anton just called him Everly's lover -which he isn't, yet. "I'm an Aunt, but by spirit not blood."

"Ah sì. Sono Ever and Valentino's brother in the same way. By anima, we say." Anton says, smirk not smug but very self-indulging. Like he's proud in a way he thought he would never be able to be proud.

"Are you from Italy, like Peyton?" Angie asks, wanting to know more about the stranger and the look in his eye. 

Raising a eyebrow at her last name Anton continues to make steady eye contact, and Angie thinks that maybe that's why she's so unnerved. Everly doesn't make eye contact like this, and even her look sets Angie on edge -but in a much better way. Anton knows this, and doesn't care.

"Italy or Hell, I haven't decided yet." He responds, smirk growing as he realizes nobody else is paying attention to the two of them. That Anton could be a 'free-range asshole' without Everly stopping him.

"You -you don't get to decide where you're from." Shakily, the older woman replies. She's not scared of him, in fact she has decided that she likes this stranger very much. This look doesn't speak of anything good but he seems to be good. "But of  course, you know this."

"Hmm yes, but the evidence from me being from either place is quite overwhelming, so I can't decide. But doesn't being from hell sounds so much more...interesting? I think so, anyway."

Maybe everyone with that dark look is from Hell, Angelina decides. Maybe I am too.

Rather suddenly, Everly is clutching to Anton around his head -squealing while suffocating him as Valentino made her tumble off the couch and Anton is what she thought safe enough to catch her. And as his hand comes up and Anton wraps his arm around her thighs, Everly know she decided landing right on his head was the right decision. "Valentino Romeo Cancio! Stai fottutamente attenta con lei." 

"Gah!" Val exclaims, having been slapped on the back of the head with Anton's free hand. "Mi dispiace, I was just scherzano with her. Fuck off with your older brother protective cazzate."

"Vaffanculo." Anton says back, much too casually for someone who is telling another person to fuck off. "When are the others getting here, I have to be back at the orfanotrofio by nine."

Hmphing, Everly situates herself on the back of the couch once again. "They should be here soon, and I know that. If it gets too late you know I'll close up for you. You do live due hours away."

"Ah, like the good old giorni." Anton holds his hand over his heart, being dramatic before continuing the conversations. "And I know, I'm working on a plan to move to your town and start a program there -seeing as there's a lot of problems with the system. Vivo per servire."

Valentino snorts, "You don't live to serve you live to foster children and beat up grown men and imprison women. They might be punture abusivo but you are a jackass angelo vendicatore."

"I am not an avenging angel you dickbag." Anton snarls back, not liking recognition. In his mind, he's just doing his job. He's raising good children in a functioning non-abusive foster home, nothing more. The fact he can send abusive foster parents to jail and beat up men who touch children in ways they shouldn't is just a bonus. "I'm not an angel at all, a jackass, bene sì. But un angelo? No, sta 'zitto."

"Don't tell me to shut up." Val whines, glancing to Everly. "Do you see how meschino he is to me?"

Everly shrugs, smiling. "You deserve it."

"Now I understand what it's like to be you around us." Camilla says, mind swimming against their Italian-American dialect. "And I'm only half glad I can't understand you, as you both-" Meaning Valentino and Anton. "-seem like very vulgar men."

"Ah, we are." Anton agrees without second thought, smirk growing. "One of my finer qualities, actually."

"Angelo-Enea!" Anton scowls at Everly for her use of his full first name, and narrows his grey eyes at his blonde best friend. "No it's not. You know you're a better person- -diavolo- -than that."

Angelina, who knows that must mean devil or demon from her own native language's diablo, now connects that Anton being from Hell must be a common theme with him. 

If that look distinguishes human from demons, what does she count as?

Quickly all their conversations turn to playful bickering between them, and all the strangers quickly became friends- -save for Saint, who people seemed to avoid- -leading them to know this won't be the last time they race together.

"Logan just texted me." Valentino announces, bouncing upright. "They're here!"

"Oh goodie." Anton says rather sarcastically. "I was beginning to worry."

"Anton," Everly giggles in what is suppose to be a scolding way, making him grin. "You sarcastic stronzo."

Smirking mischievously, Anton turns and leans into her. "Did our friendly neighborhood marshmallow just call me a stronzo?" He fakes a gasp, making her try and stifle an amused giggle and failing. "How dare you ruin your image, you squishy adorable small peacefully little marshmallow!"

"You can't call me both small and little in the same sentence, it's counter-productive." Everly says, grinning up at him. Cami notices this encounter, and smiles at the fact that her hijo's girl is comfortable with more than just him -a person like Peyton needs friends, needs male interaction to prove to her body and mind that they're all not bad. It seems being around Anton, Valentino and Ares that she gained that perception. "And do you want to meet my amore?"

Standing straight, ready to do his brotherly treat-his-sister right speech that he's...yeah he's never actually had to give this before. But fuck it, he's definitely going to give it now. "You bet I fucking do."

"Oh Dio, I know that look in your eye. I don't think this is a good idea actually and-"

A loud squeak comes from Everly as in one swoop she's thrown over Anton's shoulder and carried right to the large garage like building's door. Throwing it open, one hand on Ever's hip and another on the wall, Anton smirks right at Ares -the two men less than an inch height from each other, and you couldn't say who would win in a fight. Even if the fight is over Everly.

But instead of Ares standing in the front, it's Conner. 

Both's men eyes widen as they take each other in, Anton's grip slips and he absentmindedly places Everly on the ground and Conner stops in place. His smirk widens as he checks Conner's lean, smaller 5'11 frame out. He likes the other man's russet hair, but he loves the way his blue-green, sea colored eyes check him out right back. Conner fits under Anton's chin, and is the perfect man in Anton's eyes. To Conner Anton's 6'4 muscular frame and wide shoulders, steely grey eyes and light brown ruffled hair- -dyed red at the ends- -is enough to make him blush. If not Anton's face, and hair, and frame, it would be the way his pectoral muscles and abs show through his tight red shirt and the sexy nose ring on his right side.

In less than an hour Conner would be given a blue-green Ford Mustang that matches his eyes, with no decals or stripes on it. It's plain, simple, and nothing like his twin's. Soon they would be racing. 

But for now Ares and Logan gape at Conner, who can't play off how red he is and the obvious way he checked the other man out. As far as they know, he's straight.

Though it's not what his personality is made out of, Anton is out and confidently gay.

Smirking, Anton leans more against the wall and somewhat over Conner who is the only one out of the three that had stepped into the building. It's obvious to Conner then and everyone else there that Anton doesn't care they know, or suspect at least, that he's gay.

Conner turns red, caring very much that the strangers have watched him do that, and caring even more this is how his own twin and best friend is finding out.

"So," Anton drawl, a attractive purr in his voice. "You here for me?"

Hey guys! Thank you for reading, I really hope this chapter is up to par with everything in this book that's been going on recently.

Do you guy's want the next chapter to be in the 3rd POV or Everly's? Or?

Honestly, tell me what you think and want to happen.

I hope to publish the next chapter soon, and what's your thought on the new character?? (Anton)