Page 122 of Full Throttle

Dean stepped forward. “You sure you can handle that?”

“I can handle whatever it takes to kill that fucking bastard,” Cain said, walking over to me. He gripped my chin, forcing me to hold his intense stare. “You’re the element of surprise, clover. You’re going to be the last thing he’d ever expect.”

I nodded.

He looked over to Mina, Leon, and Dontell. “If Kavi’s been talking, then you’ll be recognized,” he said, shifting both of us, pulling me to his side. His arm came around my waist, hooking his thumb through a belt loop on my jeans. “Leon, the target on your back will be bigger than the other two, especially with the bridges you burned after your father went missing.”

Leon’s father didn’t go missing. Leon killed his father in cold blood after the asshole put him in prison. After Leon busted out, he made it his purpose in life to destroy the kingdom his father had built in Texas.

“Are you sure?” Mina asked. “That was over a decade ago, and it was in Houston.”

“You don’t know how far those bridges went, sis,” Leon muttered as the siblings shared a look.

“One more thing,” Cain called, getting everyone’s attention once more. “We can’t take our cars.”

“Then we’ll take Kavi’s,” Dontell declared.

Cain smirked. “You aren’t touching that Dark Horse, D.”

“Fuck the Dark Horse. I want the BMW,” he shot back.

“Fine. I’ll take the Toyota, and we can go to my garage for the girls’ cars,” Leon jumped in.

Mina looked at me, and I blurted, “I want the 350z.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “I knew you were going to want that Fairlady,” she muttered.

I grinned at her. “I called it first.”

“Fine,” she sighed and looked at her brother, pursing her lips.

“This isn’t a shopping trip,” he reminded her.

Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve been waiting years to pick one of your toys.”

“Just take the Subaru,” he told her.

She scrunched up her nose. “No.”

“Give her the Evo,” Dontell offered, stroking his beard.

Lee’s head snapped to his best friend. “I just won that this week.”

“Yeah? And you were planning on giving it to Cain to strip for parts.”

I looked at Cain. His jaw was tight.

“You still have that little MX-5?” Mina asked.

Her brother looked to the ceiling.

“The purple one?” I asked, trying to remember.

She nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Oh yeah.”

“You’d look hot in that,” I told her as Dontell’s face split into a grin.

We both looked at Leon as he rubbed a palm down his face. “Fine,” he grunted.

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