The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
The vibrant emerald of the Alpha's irises immediately found the grinning face of his father as those words all but failed him, his voice trailing off into sweet oblivion. How much more meaningful that explanation was of all the effort that his family had put into the acquisition of that ebony Bugatti. To think Matteo had spent considerable time trying to find the car, much less the name of the original buyer. That alone was information held only by Bugatti themselves, or so he had thought. Frankly, Aiden could only imagine what his brother and brother-in-law had done to convince the previous owner of the car to sell it, much less whatever sum of money he had wanted for it. And then the act of moving such a vehicle with even the barest hint of gossip - where the hell had Alexander even hidden such a magnificent vehicle?! In the last thirty years of his life, no one had ever put forth such effort for him in anything. He hardly knew how to even comprehend...well, all of it. Thank you, Tetradore knew, hardly even began to cover the amount of gratitude that they all deserved. The very magnitude of it all was rather overwhelming! It was the Frenchman's gentle teasing alone broke through that slight hint of panic that had begun to clutch at his chest. A soft snort was given to his father at the suggestion that they might have traveled the world for Whiskey; yes, he had thought they had done exactly that!
His emerald eyes turned downwards towards the Frenchman's extended hands, the Alpha wordlessly turning over both cased bottle and card to the fae as Matteo suggested he go sit in the vehicle. The thought, admittedly, had hardly occurred to him, not when he still grappled with the idea that this car was his! He was gingerly pushed towards the driver's side door, the Alpha hardly hesitating to reach for the handle, despite its peculiar location beneath the side mirror. He paused only at the sound of his name, his attention briefly pivoted back towards the fae as Matteo uttered that very chastizing that Aiden had received time and time before - words that he was certain Matteo hardly expected him to abide by. Near immediately, those emerald eyes rolled in a vague glimpse of exasperation. A soft chuckle left Aiden's lips as he so effortlessly brushed off the fae's chiding, that single final word one he knew was of intense importance to the Frenchman, even despite the very casualness at which he uttered it. How many years now had he all but refused to give Matteo that title, even when the fae had been calling him his son for a veritable eternity. There had even been nights when his own anger at the world had resulted in the young Were all but yelling that Matteo would never be the father to him that he had so wanted to be. How far they had come from those tremulous evenings. This, he was certain, was something Matteo had long deserved and was certainly the very least he could give the man who had practically raised him.
Never one for large gestures, Aiden was quick to turn his attention towards the vehicle that now awaited him. Easily, he slid into the leather ebony seat, altogether aware of the sudden stillness that seemed to overcome his father, even despite his near blatant lack of acknowledgment of it. He hardly paid any heed to the conversations that occurred outside the vehicle about his brother-in-law. Such things, after all, hardly important in comparison to the very car he sat in! It was only that distinct Italian voice that drew Tetradore from his inspection of the interior, Dorian's inquiry if he could sit within the car caused his head to nod briefly towards the passenger door. That acceptance was clearly all the fae needed as his brother hurried to join him, pausing only to utter some declaration that Alexander keep an eye upon Matteo - as if such a thing was even possible. Once the fae was settled within his seat, with the seatbelt fastened, Tetradore reached forward to place his keyfob within the small indentation of the vehicle so clearly made for it. A press of a button was all that was required before the car near roared to life, just in time for Aiden to glance up at the sight of Sebastian stationed at the very hood of the vehicle. An almost sheepish glimpse crossed his features as the Englishman reached out to pluck the ebony bow from the front of the car - that tangle of ribbon one that Aiden had forgotten entirely within his own rare enthusiasm.
His emerald irises easily flickered towards that familiar silver hue of Dorian's own gaze, the pair of siblings momentarily left grinning boyishly at one another if not for the very rumble of that car beneath them. Both, at that moment, knew of the very speed that Aiden clearly intended to take the car - even despite the lack of a track available to them. Aiden's attention turned back in front of them as the vehicle began to creep forward, the Alpha musing not only upon Alexander's slow driving but too how long they could relish in that speed they would gain on those quiet evening streets. That soft chuckle from his brother caused his gaze to deviate briefly towards the fae and back towards the road as the jet black car crept out of the warehouse and onto the dock itself. Dorian's insistence that both Alexander was too slow and Matteo was a terrible driver prompted a soft snort from the Alpha. "They might not even get anywhere if they can't decide who is going to drive. Really though, Matteo's an awful driver. Don't let him drive you anywhere." He insisted, near shuddering at the very memory of his first trip to France. How close they had come to the bumpers of far too many cars! Not to mention the French's view on parking - he feared to ever take any of his treasured vehicles into the very heart of Paris!
That soft roll of the car beneath them as they moved at a rather reasonable speed through the warehouse district and towards the real road, however, had gathered a fair share of attention. Although the Western Alpha was known for his exotic vehicles - the West had surely never seen anything quite like this. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the very looks that the pair received as they passed the night workers of the Docks. Dorian too commented upon the very scrutiny of all they passed. "No one's ever seen anything like this." He commented with a small shrug of his shoulders. He would have to keep a keen eye upon the vehicle to ensure it remained safe in the days to come. Purposefully, Tetradore revved the engine of the vehicle as they came to an altogether brief stop at a light, much to the delight of the onlookers. A turn onto the main thoroughfare was all that was necessary before they left the industrial areas of the West behind them. God, how he loved those open roads that stretched before him as they merged onto the highways, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as he pressed on the accelerator.
The Alpha was hardly inattentive to that hint of concern within the depths of those Italian lyrics as Dorian uttered his name, though Aiden provided little more than a grunt by way of response. That sudden inquiry of how fast the car could really go caused his gaze to drift down to the speedometer, not that it really provided much guidance on that answer. Still, if it was the same engine as the Chiron, he knew the answer to that. It was, however, the mention of that whiskey and it's very cost that immediately drew his gaze from the road - "Wait, what?!" He inquired, entirely taken aback by the dollar amount of that drink he'd held within his hands. It was his brother's eager insistence that he drive, that prompted a glimpse of baffled bemusement to his features as his emerald eyes turned back towards the road. Dorian's shrugged admittance that he'd always wanted to say prompted another soft chuckle from the Alpha before his own shoulders shrugged in response. "Well...I guess for Whiskey that expensive....you better hold on." He commented, abruptly jerking his wheel to the left to dodge into the next lane, albeit at the angry beeping of the vehicle behind him. Tetradore hardly paid them any heed, however, as the man pressed upon the accelerator, the Alpha entirely content to weave in and out of traffic as they drove far above what the speed limit declared acceptable.