Page 147 of Full Throttle

Dontell and Mina were now married, having a small ceremony in the middle of spring. Dontell adopted Cleo, and he loved that little girl as his own.

Leon proposed to Amara a month after Kavi’s death, and Haley was planning their wedding. They were also living in Amara’s house, but Leon still had his apartment. There was no way in hell he’d be giving up his level of the parking garage.

Cain and Nikki were also engaged and living together. Every day, they were here, working together on cars, and every night they were racing in the streets, alongside Dontell and Leon.

“Get out of your head and get behind the wheel,” Leon called, bringing me back to the present.

The door to the office opened, and Dontell leaned against the doorway, smirking. “It’s been a long time since Jeremy has raced, Lee. I don’t think he can handle that monster he claims to own.”

“You’re right,” Lee agreed, pushing off the desk. “Perhaps the Challenger needs a new owner.”

“I mean, it's only fair. If that doesn’t happen, it’ll just sit in the showroom gathering dust,” Cain said, appearing beside Dontell.

I chuckled, stroking my jaw. “We playing this game?”

“You claim to be an Oasis leader, but you haven’t raced in months,” D sighed, shaking his head. “It’s shameful, really.”

“Such a shame,” Lee muttered, his lips twitching.

“Embarrassing is more like it,” Cain added.

“You boys want to race? Then get your sorry asses to the fucking starting line.”

The street racers grinned back at me.

Nikki

The home I was given wasn’t my home. My father, even though he loved me dearly, he wasn’t even my home.

The home I found at Oasis was my home.

The home I found in Cain was my home.

It was a beautiful thing, belonging.

The last three months have been a whirlwind. Dontell and Mina were married. Leon was engaged to the new Chief of Police and I was engaged to Cain, starting a life with him. Oasis was finally getting back to where it was before Kavi started his shit. The FBI was cracking down on the rest of the Red List, and the mess the Bratva had caused was slowly being cleaned up.

The only thing that wasn’t cleaned up or resolved was Devils Den, but that was never our mess to begin with. It was decided at the last Oasis meeting that we’d be staying out of the Devils Den, and we wouldn’t be conducting any business with anyone associated with it. That was fine with me.

From the bar, I saw a flash of blonde and my stomach fluttered as my fiancée slowly prowled through the crowd, coming straight for me.

He was dressed in jeans, Air Force Ones, and a white T-shirt.

“I know I’m gay, but respectfully, damn,” Shayla purred from behind the bar.

“I’m straight, but respectfully, damn,” Mina said from beside me.

“Cain knows he’s hot,” Amara added from my other side. “Which is a huge problem for his fucking ego, I’m afraid.”

I threw my head back, a laugh coming from me. The rest of the girls joined in.

“Something funny?”

Our laughter faded as we all looked to Cain, who had his hands in his pockets, his eyes on me. “Sup, clover?” he greeted.

I lifted my chin. “Sup, blondie?”

His smile faded as he looked to the ceiling. “I was really hoping that wouldn’t stick.”

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