“There’s new blood coming, and the bets are already in the tens of thousands.”
Twice a month, underground racing is held outside the city limits. The winner walks away with a pretty hefty prize. The club usually makes a bet and so far, we’ve profited a lot with racing. Each man who puts up some money usually walks away with several thousands in their pocket. It’s a lot more than we make when we meet up to watch the underground fights.
“Yeah, I’m in. When is everyone heading out?” I know we just got paid a large amount a few days ago, but you can never pad your account with too much money.
“We’re leaving in twenty minutes.” Blade checks his watch. “I also heard that some Vipers might be there trying to get in on the race and money.”
My ears perk up a little more, and I guess my visit to Ian Fucking Hastings will have to wait until after the race.
“Gather the guys up who want in and let’s ride.”
We make the trek to the railroad tracks on Hwy 70 just out of town. The race starts there, then once the racers get up north halfway to Roby at a check point in Fisher County, they turn back and race to the finish line back at the railroad tracks where it all started. It’s a total of 24.2 mile race, and hopefully Blade is right about the prize money.
Each race is held at a different location every time so the cops have a hard time finding and stopping it from happening. We’ve been to a few where the cops have busted it up, but we were able to flee on the bikes.
I can see as we pull up that we’re at the right place. It’s like a scene from the Fast and the Furious movies. Souped-up racing cars are everywhere ready for their chance at a piece of the winning pie. We only have a few minutes before the race is underway. I picked the light gray Civic with the blonde driving. She goes by Ghost Princess and from the way her ride is amped up, I know she’s in the running to win. You can tell a lot from a person by the way they treat their ride and from the way hers is in top shape, she must live, eat, and breath it. She has her full guard helmet on with the shade down blocking any view of her face, but there’s something that is very familiar about her. She has on tight white jeans with a black leather vest and under is a white beater and black boots. She looks exactly what you’d see on the back of a motorcycle. Blade gathers up our bets then heads off to place them. I’m good at reading people, and if I’m right, then she is going to win. And this isn’t her first race.
I sit back and see a few of the Vipers here along with their VP, Brock, seated next to a race car. Brock’s the biggest pussy when it comes to fighting. He always has someone else doing his bidding. It doesn’t sit well with me. If you are going to wear a patch and be an officer for your club then you need to lead by example.
I watch as Brock goes over to Ghost Princess and chats her up. I almost want to vomit knowing that he’s trying to hook this poor woman. His cut alone should make people run for the hills, but I watch in fascination as he leans his head back and laughs at something the blonde says to him, and all the while the woman tries to step back to give a little more space between the two.
Soon, I think to myself, he’ll never laugh again once my club is done with his sorry ass and the rest of his cesspool of a club. Making a play for him right now is too public and there are far too many innocent people that might get into the crossfires if we engage.
All in good time, Stone.
A horn blows and the cars that drew numbers start to line up at the flags. Six total cars are racing tonight. Each one is made differently; they all look to be decked out in tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of top of the line alterations.
The horn blows again and the cars screech off on their way to the checkpoint. We had Dash go down and wait at the check point with some of the others to make sure that the race was fair, and that no cheating is involved. When you have thousands of dollars on the line you want to make sure it’s a fair game.
We haven’t always won, but we’ve won more than lost in most of the races. The minutes pass by and before long we hear the loud echoes of the cars coming back towards us. Everyone is waiting with bated breath as we see Ghost Princess and a lime green car leading the pack. I know the green car belongs to one of the Vipers. I hope he blows a tire. The finish line is getting closer, and as they race over flashes start going off making sure to capture the true winner since it was such a close race.
The cars slow down and turn around making the racers come back and park their rides. They hop out quickly and rush over to Danny to see who the winner is. We all make our way over to Danny, who organizes all the races.
“It was a close race. The closest we’ve had in a while. So, without further ado the winner and prize money goes to…” Danny checks the video. “The gray Civic, Ghost Princess won by a few inches.”
The crowd roars. Some in cheers, others upset for losing large amounts of money. I watch as Brock and his crew slam their fists on the green car.
“Collect your money from Big Al then get the hell outta here. See you at the next race! I’ll be in touch,” Danny booms over the crowd then drops off the car and leaves with a flurry.
I watch as Blade moves over to Big Al to collect our money. I knew that betting on this woman with blonde locks would pay off. There’s just something about her. It’s almost like that buzzing feeling I get around Raegan.
Brock moves swiftly over to Ghost Princess, who just claimed her prize money and is heading back over to her car. Before I know what I’m doing, my legs are eating up the pavement heading in their direction. I really shouldn’t get involved, but can’t pass up the chance to kick Brock’s ass in front of his brothers.
“…listen, Sweetheart, pop the hood and let me see what’s underneath,” Brock demands as I walk up.
“I can’t help that your driver sucks at gear shifting, but I won fair and square. Next time, find a different driver,” she tells him in a clipped tone, but it comes across a little muffled because she still has her helmet on. She moves to open her door but Brock slams it closed then backs her up against the car. Something in that voice has the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. My brothers have followed me over to the scene itching for a fight too.
“Do you know who I am, Sweetheart? I could crush you under the bottom of my boot and no one would care or find your dead body.” He places his hands on either side of her small frame, boxing her in.
I watch as she is about to knee this asshole in the dick, but I know it’ll only bring more harm than good.
“Well, what do we have here, Brock? Being a sore loser as usual,” I call out.
“Mind your business, Stone. This has nothing to do with you. I’m just having a chat with the girl.” He tries to sound in control, but he came to the wrong place to start shit.
“Is that so, Darlin’?” I ask and watch her give a slight shake of her helmet. “Well, it seems she doesn’t think so. Back off before I break one of your arms for being so close to her.” I see out of the corner of my eye the rest of the Vipers come over and stand in front of us with their hands on their guns but not brandishing them yet. We out number them by two men, but I don’t want this woman to be in the crosshairs if it comes to blows.
“You want to do this now, Stone? Where witnesses can see and nail your ass to prison like little brother. I bet he can’t wait to get out so that he can finally fuck a woman instead of a man,” he taunts and I snap. My little brothers have always been a soft spot for me.
