Page 26 of Midnight Racers

“Oh, look,” Jordan snapped. “There’s the last fuck I have to give flying away into the distance. I have none left to donate to that asshole.”

I shook my head, grinning as I padded back toward the kitchen to put coffee on. “It can go and live with mine, as it’s in hibernation somewhere,” I muttered.

“I swear, we are fucking flypaper for freaks. I promised Megan I wouldn’t kill anyone else, as apparently, I have a quota now, and that guy deserved a bullet in his head.”

“Relationship goals,” I replied.

“Who has quotas on killing people?” he demanded and I heard a door slamming.

“Normal people don’t kill anyone.”

“Being normal is overrated.”

I grinned at his grumpiness. “Go and get some coffee in your veins. I have every intention of beating your ass today in the race.”

“Dream on!”

“See you on the track, Jay. Safe home.”

I sat and watched the sun creeping over the horizon while I drank my third cup of coffee.

Matilda and Mavis eventually waddled out of their luxury home and down toward the pond I created for them. I’d created that pond from nothing, excavating it with a digger from work before I began planting and landscaping it. Now they happily swam in there, planning their next attack on the local ducks who tried to use it.

My toast sank in my stomach and strange little phantom insects crawled under my skin and took flight in my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I was nervous, not even for a race or when I had worked as an assassin. Yet, my hands shook worse than a virgin on prom night before they picked up their date.

“Pull yourself together,” I muttered, shaking my head.

I donned my normal racing clothes for one of these events as my faded blue jeans with the ripped pocket were lucky. I wiped my sweaty palms down them and stared at myself in the mirror.

“She is only a woman,” I told myself, but I didn’t look overly convinced. “Get your shit together.”

But my shit didn’t want to be together, it wanted to be a wild animal that did whatever its instincts said. I was in over my head and fast sinking into the quicksand.

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Chapter Ten

Charlotte

I expected Flynn’s Porsche, so was surprised by the Range Rover in my drive. My eyebrows flew up as I stared at him getting out of the big car.

His smile was disarming, and my stomach tightened.

“Did you get old overnight?” I queried.

“Have you tried to drive through mud in a Porsche?” His laugh sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Getting it cleaned is a freaking nightmare.”

“Are we not leaving?” I asked, my brow furrowing as he continued toward my house.

“Nope. I want to see if the pussy is real or if you were meowing down the phone at me.”

My hands landed on my hips and I glared at him. “Do you honestly think I don’t have a pussy?”

His lips twitched and eyebrow quirked up in question. “Enquiring minds want to know.”

“Enquiring minds are nosy sods.”

“Hey, you opened the door to the question.” He grinned and bounced his eyebrows. “Show me your pussy.”

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