Greatest Of All Legends

Chapter 615: Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner II

Chapter 615: Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner II

A black Ferrari Stradale drove into the waiting area of the airport in Turin, revving its engine loudly to inform passerbys of it’s devastating presence.

The beauty of a car stopped in front of another beauty in black and the window of the driver side slid down slowly.

Pulling down his glasses with one hand, Jason whistled as he stared at Adele who stood defiantly on the side walk, not moving immediately yet as if to allow him to give her a once over.

She wore a black jumpsuit with a simple design and a black jacket on top.

Shockingly, her hair was a different color from the one that he was used to seeing. She seemed to have dyed it a bleached blonde color that was almost white, but the ends were still black.

“Are you done ogling this damsel in distress?” Adele finally spoke after Jason still hadn’t said a word a few minutes later.

“Damsel in distress? Girl, what are you talking about?”

“You’re a damsel in this dress,” Jason retorted and pushed open the door of his car, not bothering to hide his face despite some people already pulling out their phones to take pictures.

The beauty on wheels that he came out of was already enough of a reason for people to take pictures and shoot videos to capture the moment; after all, it was not every day that one saw a car that colliding with would lead to generational debt.

After he came out though, the people holding out their phones visibly increased, however, no one moved forward to disturb them even as Jason opened the passenger door for Adele for her to get in.

Once the door was closed, he walked over to the driver’s side, gave a little wave at a phone that he found himself looking directly at and then got into the car.

“So, how was your flight?” Jason asked as he began driving, more than half of his concentration focused on driving the car while the rest of his attention was on Adele and this wasn’t his first rodeo in this kind of situation.

“Fine, I guess… if you remove the guy who was pestering me all through the flight and not allowing me to get some sleep,” Adele said, ready to give a step-by-step description of her flight, but Jason interrupted,

“So… did you whack him?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Whack him? Real life isn’t an 80s Italian mafia movie,” Adele scoffed, rolling her eyes at Jason.

“You’ve been in Italy for way too long. You’re already picking up mafia slangs,” she added.

“Well, Italy is a beautiful place, and it’s a nice place to be. As long as you eat your pasta and pizza right, you won’t have any trouble,” Jason chuckled, turning the wheel sharply as he maneuvered the car into a right turn into another street.

“… Now I really want to know what happens if I eat a pizza with a fork and knife here,” Adele muttered, her eyes dreamy as if she was imagining such a scenario.

“…” Jason’s eyes fell on Adele in comedic exasperation, not knowing what he would do with this girl’s sudden idea that would have any Italian racing to pick up a baseball and giving her a good ol’ whack on the head to put her thought process back in its rightful place.

“Have you ever been on the receiving end of a racist situation?” he asked his death-seeking passenger.

“Racist situation?” Adele repeated, a bit confused.

“Who am I kidding? You’re way too fine for anyone to even be raci*t to,” Jason scoffed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Adele asked, almost laughing.

“Girl, you’re fine fine, You’ve got that pretty face privilege. Ain’t no one gonna be raci*t towards you,” Jason rolled his eyes as he repeated himself in more detail.

“You say that like you’re ugly,” Adele scoffed at the literal definition of “fine” seated beside her.

“Girl, I’m black, even looking like the second coming of Solomon isn’t going to save me from raci*m,” Jason replied truthfully as he had been on the receiving end of a lot of raci*t comments, especially at football games. ṟÄNồꞖËⱾ

He just never bothered to react as he thought it to be beneath him to give those people the benefit of a reaction that would make it seem like he was bothered by them.

He was an old soul who had been indifferent to raci*t comments that were not in his face.

Even in his previous life, that was how he was and it wasn’t going to change now.

“I’m part Latino, you’re part black, we’re both exotic so why would you think you get racially discriminated against and I don’t?” Adele asked confusedly.

“Well, first, you’re a woman,”

“Second, you’re too beautiful,”

“Third, you’re Latino,” Jason stated three points with clarity like they were supposed to clear Adele’s doubts, but she only ended up further confused.

“Again, what is that supposed to mean?” Adele asked, more confused than ever before.

“In all the years I have graced this earth, which is a pretty long time, I might add… I ain’t ever seen anybody hate on a beautiful Latino woman, especially one as beautiful as you, and if there has been, then that person was the worst of the worst, in which case it doesn’t count anyway,” Jason stated.

“What?” Adele began laughing a little, but as her thoughts ran amok, trying to find a counter, she continuously came up empty and began to realize that there was at least some truth to his words.

“Y’all Latinos are the type of exotic that everyone likes, while blacks are the type of exotic that everyone else comes together to hate on,”

“But then hey, who gives a fu*k?” Jason shrugged, completely unbothered by the words he had spoken and the gravity they would normally be held with.

In his head, he had a mini Tupac screaming “Fu*k You Too!” to anyone who’s words were an annoyance to him.

With that going on in his head, he didn’t even have to bother himself with responding verbally, after all, right after his verbal assailant had assaulted him, Jason had assaulted him five times as much back in his head.

Hence his seemingly cool temper… he was not actually a cool-tempered person.