Page 15 of Giovanni the Savage

“Close call though, not gonna lie.” He laughs nervously. “You almost made me shit my pants.”

I smirk. “Just got distracted for a second.”

It’s been a week since I’ve been.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“And then, the student beat the teacher.”

We both look up to see Ty walking towards us while clapping his hands.

Ty is a fellow race buddy, but since his vasectomy, he’s been treasuring his life more. Kind of makes me think about when I’ll start doing that.

Stop living life on the edge, take risks, and start living.

“Didn’t expect that,” Joe floats.

“Well, neither did I,” I reply. “In my defense, the tar was a bit slippery.”

Ty gives me a knowing look.

“Slippery makes the racer more swift.”

“And the race even better,” I conclude for him.

“So,” I breathe.

I toss the keys of my brand-new Audi to Joe, who’s grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Per the deal, that’s all yours.”

“Fucking right!” he exclaims, catching it with one hand. “So relieved I didn’t have to give you mine,” he adds.

I shrug. “Not like I’d want a 2017 Chevrolet.”

Ty bursts into laughter while Joe rubs his neck.

Just then, my phone beeps in my pocket. I pull it out and sigh when I see the caller ID.

Ivan again

“I have to take this.”

I step away from Ty and Joe as they check out my car.

“This better be good, Ivan,” I answer, putting the phone to my ear.

“I’ve been trying to reach you, Boss,” Ivan breathes.

I narrow my eyes and step into a more confined spot.

“What is it?” I finger the gun in my pocket.

This race ground is miles away from civilization, and we’re all a bunch of dangerous men coming out to experience exhilaration when we’re not torturing people and pushing money. That being said, I can never be too careful.

“We got someone, Boss,” he answers.

“I’ll need you to be more specific,” I grunt, licking my lips.

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