Page 113 of Full Throttle

Chapter Twenty-Three

Cain

I kept my eyes on Oasis, the engine of my Silvia rumbling in the parking spot as I rubbed my finger over my mouth. Sighing, a leaned down further into my seat, spreading my knees as anxiety and fear tore me apart from the inside out. I’d been out here for the last hour, needing to clear my head.

After making love to Nik, promising her that we’d go anywhere together, that we’d fight together, I held her, staring at the loft ceiling.

Eventually, we got off the floor and went into the kitchen, sharing a quiet meal together, followed by a shower. When that was done, I told her I needed to take a drive, and without question, she let me go.

She fucking trusted me.

I drove to my house, checked the security room, and then shot a text to the boys. Collin and Jer were still dealing with Ivan’s body and the meeting had been pushed an hour.

Which gave me time to fucking think.

The Devils Den was in Seattle, and until a year ago, it was hidden from the public eye. Then Collin teamed up with the FBI, searching for members of The Red List. It was a list of high-profile individuals directly involved in the sex trafficking rings the former Italian Mafia leader ran.

My eyes flicked over to Nik’s Mazda as she entered the parking lot, soaring across the asphalt. I watched in awe as she drove in the sunlight, her windows down, silk ribbons of her hair flying all around her, one hand on the wheel, sunglasses on her face. The parking lot was empty, and she took this opportunity to fly across it, her engine roaring, heading straight for the track behind Oasis. My lips twitched as my hand slowly fell, finding its way to the gear stick, while the other rested on top of the steering wheel.

My clover girl swung her car wide before lining up at the starting line.

Slowly, her beautiful head turned, and her shades landed on my car. A second later, my phone started ringing. Not taking my eyes from hers, I brought the device to my ear.

“Clover,” I greeted, my voice low.

“Babe,” she purred.

My cock twitched in my jeans.

“She still sticking in third?” I asked, referring to her yellow Mazda.

“No.”

I nodded, the layout of her engine flashing in my mind.

“Thank you, by the way,” she said. She’d already thanked me for fixing the car. Confusion hit me.

“For what?”

“For taking care of me even when I didn’t want it,” she said softly.

I huffed a short laugh. “Well then, right back at ya, baby.”

We stared at each other for a moment, and when she spoke again, my heart started pounding. “Race me.”

On instinct, I revved my engine. “Yeah?”

Nik giggled, the sound slamming into me, warmth spreading across my skin. “Unless you’re too afraid…Daddy.”

My lips tugged up as a wicked smirk spread across my face, my fist wrapping around the top of the gear shift. I hung up the phone and shifted the car into drive, slowly making my way to her. When I lined up beside her, the sun setting in front of us, I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, taking a moment.

Racing off into the sunset with my lucky charm.

This was my happy ending.

Opening my eyes, I turned my head to look at her, finding her smiling at me.

Oh, yeah. This was my happy fucking ending.

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