Page 47 of Midnight Racers

“Asshole,” Flynn muttered under his breath before turning to Declan. “Get us loaded up. Jordan is about to go nuclear over there and none of us needs that stress.”

I never understood why everyone was so obsessed with Jordan’s temper. I had yet to witness him losing his cool and calm demeanour. Even when having a row with Dad, he seemed completely in control. Dale deserved the punch that I had always wanted to throw but had been terrified of trying.

“The guys are already sorting it since Dale is shouting his mouth off and issuing threats. He’s a sore loser, always has been.” Declan flashed me an apologetic smile. “No offence since he’s your brother.”

“None taken,” I replied. “Even Mum knows what he’s like. You can love someone and still know they’re an asshole. Every family has that one nut that just rattles about every Christmas that no one wants.”

Flynn chuckled beside me. “That’s one way of putting it. Dale is a nutter.”

“All our equipment is packed and I’m about to load up our car. Anything else you need?” Joshua asked.

“Nah, we just need to get out of here before all this turns nasty.” Flynn handed me his car keys. “Get in the car and lock yourself in. Don’t open it for anyone but our team.”

His tone brooked no argument, and for the first time I felt a flash of fear. These were men I had worked with for years. As I locked the doors, I wondered if I had ever felt safe, or if Dad had held the wolves back from my door.

I watched Flynn prowl around outside. The more I sat here and observed them, I realised that the guys were using a sign language to communicate with each other. They moved seamlessly, cutting off my old team without even interacting with them.

Jordan joined Flynn, and he motioned to Declan, who had our car winched onto the back of the lorry. How had I not noticed this before?

Dale started yelling at Flynn when he saw his damaged car, his arms flailing around in anger. Flynn flicked him the bird and continued what he was doing. Then I noticed Dale walk over to talk to the man I thought broke my heart. Craig was standing with his new team, his expression fixed meaning that he wasn’t listening to what was being said around him.

His head dipped as he listened to whatever Dale said, his gaze moving to Flynn. A shiver of fear rippled down my spine. Flynn was capable of handling himself, but it was two against one, and that was never fair odds in a fight.

I lifted my phone out of my pocket.

Me:Are we heading home?

Flynn was chatting to Jordan, but he slid his phone out of his back pocket to read my text.

Flynn:Everything okay?

Me:No. I need to get home to feed my pussy.

I put a cat emoji at the end of my text.

His eyes managed to find mine and I swear he did that sexy squinting thing that made my stomach tighten.

Flynn:If you give me an erection right now, I’m spanking your pussy and sending it to bed with no dinner.

I grinned and shook my head. The man was incorrigible.

Me:Why would you get an erection at the thought of feeding Pixie?

I was playing with fire but the burn was so delicious that it was worth the risk.

Flynn smiled and looked away since he didn’t want anyone to know what was happening between us.

Flynn:Witch.

I sent him a message with a line of faces blowing kisses.

Flynn:You’ll be blowing something tonight.

The next emoji I sent was an aubergine.

Flynn:You got that right. Get ready to be on your knees.

Me:I have a headache.

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