Page 75 of Midnight Racers

I sighed and stared at the ceiling for several seconds. “I’ve no idea. He walked out when I was little and didn’t look back. He arrived at a race about a year ago only because his replacement son was interested in racing. I pretended not to know him.”

Her right eyebrow lifted and I tensed for her judgement of me. “It’s a bit of an ask for him to want an organ from you since he barely knows you.”

I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding. “Yeah, I only did it so my aunt would stop ringing Mum.” I moved until I was standing in front of her, my hands spanning her waist. “I have an organ I don’t mind donating to you.”

Her lips twitched up into a grin. “Really? You want to give your heart to me?” Her arms slid through mine to wrap around my waist. “That’s so romantic.”

I grimaced. “Hearts are messy organs that tend to bleed a lot when you remove them.” I grinned at her stern, reproachful expression. “I have something much more robust.”

She pouted at me, her nose wrinkling up. “Well, is it thick and hard, but you couldn’t hammer a nail in with your cock,” she replied.

I barked out a laugh at her sourly expression. “I’ll be honest, I played helicopters with it when I was younger and inquisitive of what he was capable of, but I have never tried to hammer a nail in with my dick.”

“You can put that on your bucket list,” she said solemnly.

“I think I’ll pass. I’ll just bang you instead.” I bounced my eyebrows at her and watched the crimson spread across her cheeks. She was always embarrassed by references to sex even though she was adventurous and enthusiastic in bed.

“You’ll have to keep your spanner in his toolbox until later. We’re going to be late and our new engine is being delivered today!” Excitement made her eyes shine brighter.

It was hard to resist her enthusiasm, especially when she was working on my car. We’d take it out for a test drive this weekend to see how it performed. If Charlotte was right, it would be a flying machine.

I’d taken to driving her to work since we didn’t want her car seen on the road at the moment since it was so noticeable. Most of my team drove black Range Rovers because they were anonymous on the road, especially if we have an emergency clean-up that needed taken care of. It also made following us more difficult since we left together and there were several cars the same.

Every single person on our team were at the factory. Jordan and Megan had joined them. I should have known this would happen and got my ass out of bed earlier.

“Sorry we’re late,” Charlotte said to everyone assembled. “Flynn had to wait for me when he picked me up this morning. My pussy was being a diva and hiding under the sofa.”

She diverted everyone with humour as they laughed at her comment.

“You have no idea how frustrating that pussy is,” I muttered, wandering over to hang my leather jacket up.

Jordan rolled his eyes at me and I threw him the finger over my shoulder. Fuck him, I wasn’t going to admit that Charlotte and her pussy that wasn’t Pixie were sleeping in my bed. Everyone chatted around me, until silence descended when a heavy engine was heard outside. It had to be Robert with the Cosworth engine.

“There he is!” Robert exclaimed, wandering in and grabbing me in a traditional bear hug.

“Hey, man, you’re looking good.”

“Liar!” He laughed. “But I appreciate the lie.”

“Let me introduce you to the co-owner of this team, Jordan Berkeley.” I waved Jordan over.

“Very pleased to meet you.” Jordan held out his hand. Only I knew he was a cold-blooded killer, you’d think he was a charming aristocrat. “How do you know this speed fiend?”

My history had always been a mystery. Jordan knew more of it than most, but I had kept the rest far from the prying eyes of the world.

“This man saved my worthless life.” Robert slapped my back. “I got myself into some trouble a few years ago, and Flynn found me in my hour of need.”

I dipped my head, because gratitude and compliments made me feel uncomfortable. Robert had been an anomaly in my past since his story resonated with me. There was nothing worse than a hit who made you feel. His brother was pissed when Robert arrived home unhurt and handed him the fee he had paid for his demise. I had disappeared his brother’s body for free.

Problem solved.

Jordan shot me a look which said he’d be asking me about the situation later.

“Here is the lady of the hour,” Robert said. “Are you ready to see your creation?”

The huge smile on Charlotte’s face was her reply, and it made my breath catch. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. She was too good for a sinner like me. Didn’t mean I had any intention of letting any other bastard sniff around her. I was sick of life dealing me a bad hand and others having all the luck.

Robert indicated to his men to bring the delivery in. “We tend to stay and help with the installation since we guarantee our workmanship. That, and who doesn’t love a day out of the office? I’ll even come and watch you race it.”

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