My stepbrother takes the bait. “What the fuck are you talking about, Fox?”
“It must be jarring to see my name stamped just above her ass every time you fuck her from behind, that’s all.”
Before Ares can even react to my ex’s disgusting comment, Lev jumps in, hitting Cal square in the face. “You’re a dead motherfucker!”
Chance and Ares grab Lev, pulling him away from Cal.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Lev grunts, struggling to get free from his best friends’ hold. “You should be helping me kick his ass, not save this fucking waste of space.”
Lev is usually the levelheaded one of my guys, and seeing him react this way is shocking. I’d be lying if I said that I don’t find it sexy, though.
“Are you ok?” I ask him when he finally breaks free from Ares and Chance’s hold.
“I’m fine, Zee.” He wraps his arms around me. “I’m sorry, I just—no one gets to talk about you that way.”
His eyes go from Cal to Ares, and I know he’s talking about the harsh words Ares had for me earlier when he caught me with him and Chance.
“Thank you for defending my honor,” I whisper. “But I don’t want you to get into fights because of me.”
“Well, well.” Mason Morelli’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he approaches us, flanked by two of his men. “The famous JJ Smith is a girl. Color me impressed.”
If Cal is a lowlife, Mason is next level trouble.
His family owns several restaurants in California, but their business dealings in Star Cove don’t end there.
Everyone knows that his uncle didn’t make his fortune by legitimate means and his father is the biggest distributor of illegal substances on the East Coast.
So Mason makes Cal look like a playground bully in comparison.
“Let’s get your bike back to the hangar,” Mason offers. “And let’s talk.”
Ares intervenes. “Do whatever the fuck you want with the Ducati, but leave Zara alone. Come on, we’re going home.” He says to me.
“Not so fast.” Morelli’s smile vanishes as more of his men appear from nowhere, surrounding us. “JJ, or whatever your name is, owes me money. And unless you have four hundred grand hidden somewhere, we need to work out a payment plan.”
Chapter 2
A Raw Deal
CHANCE
The situation is getting rapidly out of hand.
I have no idea how much trouble we are really in, but I know none of what happened tonight is going according to plan.
Ares seemed inclined to let us go home rather than arrest us like he should have done. But my brother is still a wild card. There’s no way to tell how long he’s going to bend the law for us.
Morelli is a much bigger problem.
While I have no doubt that Dad will be furious with us for breaking the very law that was at the center of his campaign during the last election, he won’t kill us.
With Mason Morelli, that’s definitely a possible outcome.
“What do you mean I owe you money?” Zara argues. “I was about to win that race. If that dirt bike hadn’t come out of nowhere, I would have crossed the finish line before anyone else.”
I know Zara’s argument isn’t gonna fly even before Morelli shakes his head.
“That might be true,” he tuts, his tone patronizing as if he were talking to a child. “But you didn’t cross that finish line. Ifthis were an official race, you’d get no points. So as far as I’m concerned, you owe me the full amount of your bet.”
