Alessa points her knife at the three guys with him. “You think he meant anything by it?”
The taller one snorts, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He’s a dick.” He nods his head, and the others follow him, leaving Alessa with their bleeding friend.
“It looks like your buddies didn’t share your thoughts,” Gage comments, pulling me closer. I’ve never had anything derogatory or nasty thrown at me, but I can imagine Gage has. I don’t like the idea anyone would ever say anything that might hurt him. Gage nods his head at Dex. “This guy beat the shit out of my dad for calling me that once.”
I jerk my head around to look at Gage, and he’s dead serious. His own dad? I know they have a testy relationship, but what kind of piece of shit puts their own son down like that? It makes me think of how accepting my mom was, and when I called today, she asked about all the guys.
“I didn’t mean it!” the guy says, panicking, then groans when Alessa applies more pressure.
She twirls her knife again and then presses it to his throat. “Apologize,” she grits out.
“I’m so…sorry,” he stutters.
“I don’t think he means it,” I say. “What about you guys?”
Gage breathes a laugh in my ear. “I don’t think he did. What about you, Ryder?”
“Nah,” Ryder says, pulling Holden to him again. “What about you, Holden?”
“Not at all,” Holden agrees, wrapping his arm around Ryder’s waist.
“Verdicts in,” Alessa laughs. “You’re fucked.”
She steps to the side when Dex starts walking up, cracking his knuckles menacingly. The guy scrambles back so fast to get away he slips several times before he finally gets his feet underneath him, taking off as fast as he can. Our laughter follows him the whole way.
“You guys are fucking crazy,” Alexey laughs.
Alessa finally looks over at me and gives me a slight smile realizing I’m not running away from her. We still need to talk, but I’ll take this over her silence for now.
A familiar BMW Alpina pulls up with Evander, Mateo, and Micah piling out of it. Alessa looks at me with a raised eyebrow before looking back at her uncle and my brothers. “Did we miss curfew or something?” she snarks.
“Ha. Ha. Shithead,” Micah says, leading them over. “I told you we’d be here.”
“Yeah, and I didn’t believe you. This place is not high-class enough for the great Micah Poletti,” she remarks, bowing at the waist to him.
Micah glares. “I’ve been to The Games before.”
“You should have brought your bike, so I could have dusted you on the track,” Alessa challenges with a grin.
“This should be good,” Ryder laughs.
“You think you can take me, little girl?” Micah taunts when Ryder thrusts his helmet and keys into Micah’s hand.
“Let’s do this,” Alessa laughs.
Alessa and Micah get on the bikes, jamming their helmets on, so the rest of us pile into the back of Dex’s truck to watch this go down, Gage following behind on his motorcycle. I take a look at my brothers’ and realize they’re actually dressed down for once in faded blue jeans and regular t-shirts. They look uncomfortable as hell to behere. Alessa told them they need to start making more of a showing at events, so people know they aren’t hiding, and Micah is helping with that.
We all line the fence as Alessa and Micah line up doing their burnouts. Alessa blows him a kiss and opens the throttle up. It’s so fucking close you can’t tell who won until the sign lights up over Alessa’s lane, signaling her the winner, and we go fucking nuts cheering for her. They get to the end of the track and slowly make their way toward us, the revving of the bikes reminding me of being pressed against Gage on his and watching Alessa’s ass in front of us.
Gage presses up close behind me. “What were you just thinking about?”
“Being on your bike,” I tell him honestly. I don’t hide anything from him anymore.
“You like being pressed against my ass, Pretty boy?” he says, running his hand down my cock, not giving a fuck that we’re standing around a load of people.
“Yes.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispers, and I jerk to look over my shoulder.
