“Some guy named Remy.”
My eyes shift to Rock and Darko. “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.”
“He tell you why?” Darko asks.
She looks from him to me. “Guess he wanted to break you and that girl up.”
“That girl is his sister,” I snap.
“Really? Wow, that’s cold, especially since he also said they didn’t plan to let her win some race.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
She shrugs. “He said they were going to wreck her on the track, whatever that means.”
I meet Rock’s eyes and communicate a lot without saying a word.
He nods. “Let’s go.”
“Wait. You seem like an okay guy. I’m sorry for what I did. Tell that girl, will ya?”
“Sure.”
“There’s one other thing I overheard him tell his buddy that you might want to know.”
“What’s that?” Rock asks.
“He said if they didn’t win the race, they were going to rob the ticket office.”
“Thanks for the information,” Rock says, and drops a twenty on the table.
We head to our bikes, and I reach for my phone to try to call Maggie, then curse when I remember I took her phone from her. “Goddamn it.”
“What?” Darko asks.
“I can’t call her. I took her phone.”
“She’s with Lola,” Rock says and pulls out his phone to call his daughter.
When she doesn’t pick up, he sends her a text. “Come on. Let’s get on the road. We’ve got a long ride ahead of us.”
Her race might be ending by the time we get up there, but on the bikes, we can make good time if we haul ass. I jam on my helmet and the four of us roar out of Durango.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Maggie—
The race is about to start. We’re lining up, and I catch sight of Remy and Derek at the back of the pack. Holy shit. I can’t believe they’re here. I thought for sure they’d run while they had the chance.
What fucking morons.
It pisses me off, considering all the trouble and risks I took to try to save them. Maybe my brothers deserve their damn fate.
Keno was right. I should have washed my hands of them. They’re the ones making stupid life choices and soon they’re going to pay the consequences for every mistake they made.
Screw them.
Lola runs over to me, and I flip my visor up. She has to shout over the engine noise.
