“Let me tell you something, Victoria,” Alessa sneers the name, taking a step forward. “The next time you want to start shit for no reason, just know you won’t have to worry about Dex.” Alessa pulls a knife from the sheath on the back of her pants, the same one she threatened me with, twirling it around her fingers. “You will have to worry about me.”
Victoria’s eyes widen, and she hustles back to where she was standing, half hiding behind a tall bald guy.
“Well, that was fun,” Gage chuckles. “But it’s almost time.” He slings his arm back around her shoulders, looking over his shoulder. “Meet us at the track.” He leads Alessa away and back to their bikes.
“Come on.” Dex jerks his head for me to follow him. He leads me to where the riders are starting to line up, and I see Gage’s white bike pull up with the purple one right in front of him.
“She’s racing?” I ask in concern. What the fuck?
Dex looks at me like I’m a complete fucking idiot. “Yes. She does every time.”
“They underestimate her,” Ryder says, stepping up on my other side. He gives me a look. “A lot of people do.”
“I never underestimated her,” I argue, knowing he meant me.
“You still are. You think just because you fucked her, she won’t kill your ass at the drop of a hat,” he replies, and I’m fucking done with this shit.
I turn towards him, and I don’t give a fuck if he kills me. “You think that’s all this is?” I scoff. “I love her, you fucking asshole.”
Ryder’s face goes blood red, and I see him reach for his Glock.Shit.“Enough,” Dex barks. “She’s up.”
Ryder gives me a stern look. “Fuck this,” Ryder says and storms off.
“Do you have a death wish? Close your fucking mouth,” Dex warns, and I jerk a nod. That was stupid, and I know it, but he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not after her for a piece of ass. Iloveher. My feelings for her were never a lie, and I don’t know if she will ever give me a chance to explain myself.
I take a breath and focus on the track right as Alessa is doing a burnout, warming up the back tire.
“Two thousand says he wipes the track with her,” a guy says to my right.
“Four thousand says your pussy friend goes home crying,” Alexey replies, holding his hand out for the bet. They shake hands, and I don’t miss the twitch of Dex’s lips.
The light on the side of the track blinks red, then yellow, and finally green. Alessa takes off; the guy never even stood a chance. She handled the bike like she was born to, and I start cheering with everyone else.
Dex chuckles and leans forward. “Pay up, asshole.”
Large amounts of money start switching hands everywhere, including cash getting slapped into Dex’s hand, and he grins, the massive scar on his face twisting his lip evilly. It runs from his hairline through his eyebrow, down through his top lip on the right side, and sits so close to his eye that it’s a wonder he didn’t lose it.
Gage pulls up to the line after his burnout and flips the other guy off with a white-gloved hand, making me shake my head with a smile. I really can’t help but like him. He’s all over the place, loud, and sometimes he can’t carry a conversation to save his life, but he’s fun to be around. And he doesn’t treat me like shit.
Gage dusts his opponent, too, and more money gets passed around. When someone hands more to Dex, Dmitri laughs. “That’s fucked up. You know what they can do on those bikes.”
Dex shrugs. “It’s not my fault they choose to bet with me against them.”
I laugh. “He has a point.”
Me, Dex, Alexey, and Dmitri make our way to Gage and Alessa coming off the track. They pull their helmets off, laughing like crazy, and I get lost in the sound of Alessa’s carefree laugh, the one she usedto use around me. They hop off the bikes. Dex hands them the wad of cash he collected, and Alessa fans her face with a smile before they hand it back to him. I love her like this.
One of the guys from their race roars beside us, ripping his helmet off. “What the fuck was that?”
“Uh. A race?” Alessa answers like the guy is stupid.
His buddy pulls up on the other side. “There is no way those bikes beat these.” I don’t even know what kind of bikes they’re on; my knowledge only goes so far. The only reason I know Alessa’s bike is because it’s my dream bike if I ever get a chance to learn how to ride.
Alessa laughs. “It’s not just the bike. You have to know how to ride.”
“Dude, she had you out the gate.” Gage throws his arm around her shoulders. “You ride like shit.”
“No one’s talking to you,” the one guy sneers. “We are talking to this cheating cunt.”
