Page 21 of Vicious Punks
“I was talking about street racing, but this is much more interesting. Keep going.” He bites down on my skin, holding his teeth there to keep me still.
The cool metal of his lip ring skims my neck so lightly that I barely feel it, like a whisper of a ghost. It causes a pleasurable shiver to trail down my spine, making me crave more without saying a word. I tilt my head to the side with a quiet groan, unable to resist the slight pain of his teeth digging in and the pleasure of his lips pressing against the tender flesh.
The passenger door opens, but I don’t move as Tey bites down harder, breaking skin. I’m not worried though, I can smell engine grease and the woodsy cologne of the fucker interrupting my moment of intense pleasure.
“If you two fuckers are done fucking in public, we’ve got places to be,” Dalton grumbles and reaches in to grab the back of Tey’s shirt to drag him out.
“Calm your man tits, Dalt, we weren’t fucking… yet,” Tey says with an evil, seductive promise of what’s to come, but I need to pull myself together.
I can’t be caught by Jin, he always had eyes and ears everywhere. I’d be disowned or killed depending on his mood. It’s hard to say no to Tey though, he drives me closer and closer to that edge of just letting go. One of these days I won’t be able to hold back, no matter if it puts my life in danger.
“Where’s my little bitch?” Dalton asks, leaning in the opening of the door to glance in the backseat but gazes at me with a raised brow when he notices she isn’t here.
“She went to my house with Nicola… and the soon-to-be-dead kid, Evan,” I mumble to him, squeezing the steering wheel just thinking about him anywhere near her.
I don’t like this feeling. I don’t want it, she can take it back with her when she leaves or dies by my hands.
“Fuck me sideways. Tey, you still got that chainsaw?” Dalton questions him, his violet gaze turning wild like a storm unleashing on the skies.
“Enough,” Logan commands as he strolls casually up to his car on the other side of mine. “We have places to be that are more important. She’ll be fine. I think the brat can handle herself,” Logan says with his lips in a tight line and gives Dalton a meaningful look.
What are they hiding? And is that blood on the collar of Logan’s white shirt? The fuck? He never spills a drop on himself. What has he been up to since this morning? I lean over the passenger seat to see Tey’s gaze already staring with laser focus at the bloodstain. His eyes meet mine for a split second but I know that look. He’ll get the information out of Logan later.
“I’m going to stop at the storage unit, to make sure all the supplies are there. Dalton, I’ll call you after I’m done so you can report back to your pops at church. I’m racing later.” I flash a quick grin at Logan who looks pissed as fuck but he’ll get over it.
“Don’t get caught. Some of the cops at the precinct aren’t all on Franco's side at the moment, and I know for a fact they are talking to the FBI. Don’t fuck Tillie either.” He stares me down with that order but I just press my foot on the gas, letting it rumble loud enough to drown out his voice.
That’s what you get for tasting the goods without telling us. I’m not jealous he already had Tillie. Not at all.
I’ll keep telling myself that until I believe it.
* * *
“Five thousand,my friend, for buy in. All or nothing.” Lorenzo flashes his gold teeth at me as he passes a wad of thousands over to the girls in bikinis hanging off his arms.
I don’t trust him, he’s a part time dealer for the west side gang, Los Muerte, that even rivals Dom’s gang. They have no morals...a code to live by. They’d shoot their own members in the back without remorse. Lorenzo is sort of like the peacemaker between each gang in L.A. You want to send someone in to talk to a rival without blowing out anyones brains, you send him in. The guy knows how to talk and sneak his way out of any situation like a fucking worm. I’ll give him that at least. Plus, he can put on a race at the last minute and still have the street lined up on either side with people ready for a show, ready to party with the need for an adrenaline rush.
“Have I ever come empty handed?” I arch a brow at him and reach into my leather jacket for the money, knowing it’s all there as I hand it over.
He flips through the bills but stops when he notices me still standing there staring with my arms crossed. He passes the cash over to one of the girls at his side and places his hand on my shoulder, leaning closer with his gold teeth almost blinding me. I slowly look over to the right at the unwanted touch and he quickly snatches his grip away as if I burned him. Might as well, I don’t like to be touched.
“Listen, amigo, a new whip was bought in tonight. Didn’t even see the driver but…” He whistles under his breath and nods his head over to something behind me.
Looking over my shoulder to scan the competition, my gaze passes over a yellow Porsche Carrera GT, not the least bit worried. A cherry red Chevy Corvette, American muscle is a beauty but still not comparable to mine. The same Audi R8 V10 is parked near the end, the same frat guy that shows up at every race thinking he can beat me, but again… I’m unbeatable. My Nissan GTR could smoke any of these losers without even trying. Only the best comes out on the other side, I never lose. Cat-back exhaust, nitrous oxide, and a tuned chip gives my car the balls to race, but it’s the guy behind the wheel that makes it into first place, and that’s me. My gaze shifts near the end of the line, blinded for a second by the high beams shining directly at me until my eyes adjust.
I stand taller as my eyes travel over the completely blacked out Dodge Demon with electric purple lights under the body. Sleek and blending in with the night, the all wheel drive conversion with eight hundred and forty horse power without a doubt could leave everyone else in the dust, but not me.
“I haven’t lost a race before and I won’t be tonight, amigo.” I slap Lorenzo's shoulder a little too hard, staring him in the eyes until he looks away first and clears his throat.
“Ah, I’ll see you at the finish line my friend.” He throws his arms over the two hardly clothed women and walks away with them clinging to his side as he greets everyone he passes, like he’s welcoming them into his home.
Eyeing the sexy as hell car one more time, and knowing Logan is going to be pissed, I walk toward my white Nissan without saying a word to anyone. Women always try to get close to me, to rub their bodies against mine but the thought of their hands on me makes me bite back a sneer of disgust. Every damn time I’m here, usually Dalton can play distraction, but I’m on my own tonight.
“Need a prize at the end of the race, baby?” A female voice purrs at my side, her Latino accent thick and raspy as I reach for my door handle.
A hand slides down the leather jacket covering my right arm, skimming over the scars on my knuckles, and tries to play coy as she slides closer until she practically tries to crawl into my skin. The overpowering smell of her perfume makes my nose burn, making me bump into my car door as she follows me, thinking I want her. She grabs my hand and places it on her hip while smiling up at me, but I don’t even see her face anymore. I’m frozen, placed in a time that I’d rather not revisit because it’s the time I learned what life is really about. You aren’t living until you get your first taste of pain and there isn’t any going back after that.
“I’m disappointed. My own son, my own blood betrays me like this!” Jin paces in front of my kneeling position, as I stare down at the floor with my head bowed. I can only see from below his knees each time he passes by.
