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“Let me see.”

I held out my arm, and he took my hand in his, the brush of his fingers light as he trailed them over the fresh, purple marks. He looked up, fire and destruction blazing behind the surface of his expression. “Tell me exactly what he did.”

TUCKER

I was done. Zane had hurt Izzy for the last time if I had anything to say about it. I held back as long as I could, until Izzy left to meet Leo, and then I headed for my truck.

“What’s the plan?” Jet hopped in the passenger side.

“I’m going to make sure he never touches her again.”

“Okay…and how?”

Fuck. I didn’t know. “Call David. Find out where he is.”

Jet shook his head. “I’m not putting David in that position. You wanna know where Zane’s gonna be?Offcampus?” He pulled out his phone. “There’s another race. Tonight.”

Perfect.

We rolled up around ten, the race already packed, and sure enough, Zane’s Mustang was there. Monty strolled over as we got out, my fists clenching and unclenching by my sides. I was itching to get this done.

“Y’all here to race tonight? I’ve got room in the lineup for one more.”

Jet looked at me, and I saw the guilt mixed with the question in his eyes. He wanted this. Racing had become an itch for him that he hadn’t scratched in a while, not after our last trip here with the girls, and he got a taste of the thrill. I owed him. Giving him a nod, I leaned back against the side of his car, crossing my arms over my chest as I took it all in.

The rougher crowd didn’t bother me, but I sure as hell wasn’t bringing Izzy here again any time soon. I waited while Jet talked to Monty, my eyes zeroing in on Zane across the field. It didn’t look like he’d noticed me yet. Just how I’d prefer it.

Jet eventually took his spot beside me. “You sure about this?”

“As sure as I’m gonna get. He’s scared her too many times, and this time hemarkedher. After I promised she’d be safe. I can’t let that slide.”

“You sure some of the shit with your cousins isn’t bleeding into this decision?”

My jaw clenched, refusing to listen to his voice of reason. Because this time it wasn’t. Zane had hurt Izzy. Again. Saying he wanted her back was one thing, buttouching her?

“It’s not.”

Jet nodded, resigning. Whether he believed me or not, I didn’t care. I’d taken care of that shit with my cousins, and I’d take care of this shit, too.

I bided my time, knowing I had to wait for Jet’s race to finish before I could make my move. Race after race was called up, and I found myself mildly interested in who would win, but none of it was half as entertaining as when we had Annie and Izzy here cheering them on. There was a freshness about their presence. A lightness it would bring to the tone of the night. Now, without them, the feel was much darker. More intense.

Or maybe that was just me. My anger was still festering under the surface. I glared at Zane from across the crowd, a sick, calculative smirk sliding across my mouth when he startled, finally noticing I was there. I cracked the knuckles of my fist with my thumb while keeping it crossed over my chest. He didn’t need any hints at what I had planned.

Izzy: Where are you?

The text lit up my phone as Jet and I watched the next race. We jerked back in a wince when one of the cars nearly flipped, and I gave Jet a‘sure you still want to do this?’look. But the resolve and determination that stared back at me told me to basically fuck off if I didn’t understand.

I just nodded and texted Izzy back.

Me: Out with Jet. Taking care of things.

Izzy: Please don’t do anything dumb. I’m fine. Really.

Frustration flared through me. How did she not see what Zane had done today was nearly just as bad?

Me: He fucking hurt you. There WILL be consequences.

Izzy: I appreciate you wanting to defend me, but isn’t there another way?

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