Page 15 of Bad Attitude


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She could ride professionally. World Superbike. MotoGP. Hell, I reached regionals, and could’ve gone further if I hadn’t joined the Marines instead.

Mistake number one.

Could’ve kept it up when I got out, three years later, but it was too late, too long before I got back on a bike, too much time lost on a bachelor’s degree, veteran’s pathway. Political science.

Mistake number two.

I shake my head at younger me.

Where’s that passion gone? It’s been lacking, for so damn long.

Until Genesis awoke it again. When I watched her bust a pool cue over Pablo’s head.Twice.

Fast, brutal, not a whisper of hesitation.

God, it made me hard watching that.

Some 5’6 girl in leather pants and a strappy top with ink on her chest, her arms, her shoulder, smashing a bottle of beer over his head, then ending it with that ruthlessness?

Holy fuck. I wanted to take her out back myself.

Instead, I let her go, like the idiot I am, not taking my shot when I had the chance.

For the next three days, she filled every waking thought—and half the sleeping ones, too—and then.Andthen. Briggs gets me an invite into Renner’s crew, and she’s sitting right there.

Dumb. Fucking.Luck.

But of course she would be. She’sexactlythe kind of rider he uses. Young, competent, reckless, ruthless. Gorgeous.

Is Renner sleeping with her?

The thought makes me sick, and I swallow bile with a grimace.

Everything would suggest he isn’t, that it’s not his style, that he’s too competent. But… this isGenesis. How could he not be?

Or Cole. Or Dario.

Yet my instinct says no. No glances, no touches.

Renner’s hand on her hip.

Yeah, but even that was… fatherly. Possessive, yes, but… not sexual.

Right?

Damn it. Itcouldhave been.

No, I don’t think it was. If he was sleeping with her, if she was his, he’d have just told her straight out to do the job. None of that whispering.

She’s not his. She’snoneof theirs.

She’savailable.

Genesis.The creation of everything. Apt.

My rear wheel slides as I brake into a bend, and I catch the bike with a burst of adrenaline. This road demands more focus than I’ve been giving it.

Genesis is going to be the death of me.