Page 1 of Lust

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Gabe

“Ivy it’s not fucking working!” I roared and slammed the car door shut. “It’s still not going into fourth right.” I looked at my sister, my mechanic, my Chief Crew—for fucking answers. She stepped out from the bench, a frown on her face.

“Let me have a drive.”

I scoff. “Not happening. Last time you slammed it into a wall. We both know,” and I pointed at her. “you can’t handle speed.”

“Say’s the man that can’t tell if he is putting it in the wrong gear.” She ran her fingers through her long ash blonde hair. “Come on Gabe, we both know you are skipping a gear here, that the problem.”

I scoff again. “I know how to fucking drive.”

“Yes, but do you know how to drive, this car.” She waved a hand at our NASCAR. “Cause this car I built from the ground up, with a gear box that doesn’t match your sports cars.” She didn’t intend for her words to be nasty, but they were—come on being told how to drive by your little sister isn’t ideal.

“Run through the gears with me then.” She stubbornly says, not wanting to accept the fact that her gear box which she had built from the ground up has a mother fucking problem. She walks to the car and gives me this look where I just know she won’t stop or accept the fact that something else is wrong other than my driving—so I climb back in the car and show my little sister I know how to drive.

“Right there, you slamming it into fifth instead of fourth.” She says through my first run through. “Just as I said.” She adds, locking eyes with me. “Learn the new gear box Gabe. And stop complaining about my NASCAR.”

“Our NASCAR!” I say to her back as she walks off, thinking the problem is solved. I go through the gears again, and then I realize my mistake. Fuck. I just made a scene about it. I shake my head. Rookie fucking mistake. In saying that, I must have gotten into a bad habit while driving the automatic sports cars which were collecting in my garage.

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“If we increasethe motor size, it means more speed,” Ivory said and took a drink of her beer while everyone else was drinking wine. “Come on, Gabe. You’ve got to risk it for this title.”

Ivory and I were the odd sheep of the family. We chased highs, thrills and sometimes hospital admissions from near misses. Regardless we love what we do—our family, however, didn’t see the sense in it. But they supported the NASCAR business because it was my life.

Ivory’s involvement, however, wasn’t accepted as well as me racing. Lincoln our older brother, always says, don’t mix family and business. And I didn’t listen to his words of wisdom. Employing Ivory as my Crew Chief. But fuck, she was a good one. We had four titles under our belt and more coming.

“We change the motor now, which means I need to learn how to control a bigger motor before qualifying,” I frowned, and ran a hand through my blond hair. Then I cracked a smirk. “You really want to do this?”

Ivory nodded her head and opened her mouth,

“Enough business talk,” My mom piped in. “God knows it is the only thing you two talk about.”

Ivory and I share a look. If we changed the motor now, it meant serious work on our behalf. We didn’t’ have time for family dinners, this right now was a waste of fucking time.

Lincoln, and Asher—my two older brothers were discussing their latest investments. While I was trying to keep a war between us Henderson’s and the King’s Deceivers MC from happening.

Kace Striking, my competition on the track, had amped his game up this year. He wanted the title. And he had already taken three from me over the years. I wasn’t letting him take this one. Which was why I was considering changing the motor. Ivory had never given bad advice before. Never.

She knew her shit about cars, especially NASCAR’s.

So it was settled were changing the motor last minute. At least we had sometime before qualifications.

I knew I could handle any car Ivory built me. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was Kace was getting under my skin, our feud was getting notorious. Even our fans were picking up on it.

Kace was an arrogant one percent biker.

How did the bikers have money to compete in NASCARS? Well the simple answer is, they have an empire of dirty drug cash, which led to them entering my competition. It wasn’t unknown that bikers have stakes in other sporting competitions. Owning football teams, soccer teams, jockeys. But this was the first time they entered Nascar and fucking Kace was a good driver, which was the problem.

Their feud with us, came down to, we had money—and control. They live for money and control and hate sharing. So naturally, things didn’t go peacefully between us on the tracks or off the tracks. I knew Kace and his Crew Chief were up to something this year. I had a feeling Ivory knew this too, so that was another reason I was trusting her judgement right now with the motor change.

I loved my sister, well both my sisters—Elle was Ivory’s twin. But they were bipolar opposites. Elle was into the billionaire lifestyle. Ivory, well, right now was a clear example. She was dressed in jeans and a loose singlet. While Elle was in a formal dress, and looked like she stepped off a magazine. Don’t get me wrong Ivory is pretty, stunning even, she just had this edge to her, that you couldn’t tame. And I knew that edge, would one day be her undoing.

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Gabe

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