“What are The Games?” I ask with a frown.
Gage grins and sits up on the chaise, animated as hell. “Illegal Street races. Bikes. Cars. It’s badass. Wait until you see it.”
How the hell did I live here for a year and never know about this? I can probably add that to the list of shit Evander and Mateo kept me away from. “I’m going?” I ask. They haven’t even let me step outside, much less leave the house.
“Well, you can’t stay here alone,” Alessa answers, and it pisses me off. She’s only taking me because she has to, not because she wants me to go. “We will leave at eleven, so we can be ready by midnight.” She gets up from the chaise, stretching her arms over her head. Her shirt rides up, and I have to shift my gaze so she doesn’t see me staring. I look at Gage, and he has no qualms about it. “Youcan ride with Dex,” she tells me and walks away. Gage watches her ass in those short shorts until she disappears.
He looks at me with a sly grin, and I don’t know whether I want to laugh or punch him in the face.
Ridingwith Dex was quiet as hell. He never said a word the entire thirty-minute drive, and I gave up trying to make conversation after the grunts as answers. He drives us down an old road that eventually turns onto a dirt road. When it opens up, it looks like an old airstrip and is huge. Bikes and cars of every variety line the strip we drive down. We brought Dex’s black, jacked-up Ford Raptor; the rest were on the way on bikes. It bothers me to know she’s wrapped around one of them on the bike; my only hope is it’s Gage and not fucking Ryder.
Dex pulls in and parks beside a group of guys leaning against their fast cars. One of the guys grins when we pull up, walking up to Dex’s window.
“Hey, man,” he greets Dex with a slight Russian accent, his strange dark eyes sliding over me.
“What’s up, Alexey?” Dex rumbles. At least he talks to someone.
“Where’s the boss?”
Dex chuckles. “On her way.” Dex pushes his door open and looks at me. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he says before he jumps out.
I roll my eyes and climb out behind him. I’m not an idiot. I don’t miss the Glocks he has hidden beneath his leather jacket.
“Who’s your friend?” Alexey asks when we walk into the group.
“Leo,” Dex answers with no last name. Interesting.
Alexey leans against a dark blue Lamborghini. His stance might seem casual, but I don’t miss the hard glint in his eyes. “I’m Alexey. That’s my brother, Dmitri.” He gestures to a guy with the same black hair and equally black eyes. Dmitri nods but doesn’t say anything. Alexey’s head snaps up with a grin. “There she is.”
I look in that direction with confusion until I hear the screaming of the bikes. Three crotch rockets stop beside us, and to my surprise, the one on a dark purple Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R jerks the helmet off to reveal Alessa in matching riding leathers. Holy shit, that’s fucking hot. She swings her leg over the bike, and I see how molded those leathers are to her ass. She unzips the jacket, peeling it off to reveal a tight as fuck black shirt, dipped low in the front, showing off ample cleavage. I want to bend her over that damn bike, like right now.
Gage hops off a white matching bike, Ryder getting off a black one. Both dressed in leather to match the bikes.
“Well, look who it is.” She smiles and gives Alexey a big hug, then his brother Dmitri. Each of them linger a little too long.
Dmitri pulls back from his hug, slinging an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward their group. I look back at Ryder and notice I’m not the only one who wants to rip his fucking arm off. Ryder looks like he could spit nails.
Same man, same.
“Isn’t this awesome?” Gage asks, propping himself on the front of Dex’s truck.
“Who are they?” I ask instead of answering his question. I’m sure it would be awesome if I weren’t here just because she had to bring me.
He looks at me like I’m crazy, then laughs. “I forgot you don’t know shit about this world.” He points to where Alexey is whispering in Alessa’s ear, making her throw her head back and laugh. “That’s Alexey and Dmitri Orlov.” He looks at me again. “Russian Mafia.”
What the fuck did I step into?
I thought about messaging Evander and Mateo with the phone Alessa gave me because I couldn’t keep my own; she couldn’t track that one. I’ve stayed in contact with my brothers, but this doesn’t seem like something they would be interested in or maybe not invited to. Frankie didn’t leave much room for them to have friends with how he was.
“This won’t kick off for another thirty minutes or so. Want to take a lap with me?” Gage asks, pointing to all the cars and bikes. “Check out the competition.”
I jerk my head to him. “You’re racing?”
“Uh yeah,” he grins. “I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing,” he says, gesturing to all the leather.
I shrug. “Sure.”
He throws his jacket on his bike, telling Ryder what we’re doing. He’s leaned back against his bike, glaring at a laughing Dmitri, Alexey, and Alessa. Gage shakes his head and gestures for me to follow.
