Page 14 of Hit and Run
“Right,” he draws out. I introduce him to Rascal and Sketch, then he moves to talk to Diesel, and Nitro walks up.
“Hey! Long time, no see,” I say to him.
“I’m finally back for good,” he tells me. Last time I saw Nitro, he was in the Marines on leave, counting down the days until he would be out for good.
To Whiskey:An Ivy league guy, huh? Is that the type of guy you normally go for?
From Whiskey:Oh yeah, that’s exactly what I want. My dream is to be some Ivy League guy’s trophy wife.
To Whiskey:Keep throwing that sass at me and when I get back, I’ll make it so you can’t sit for a week without feeling my handprint on that sexy ass.
From Whiskey:What makes you think I want you anywhere near my ass when you come back?
If any other chick threw this much sass at me, I’d be done with them in a heartbeat. Sienna giving me sass makes my dick hard as steel. Forget the part where kissing her is like a shot of whiskey. That shit goes straight to my head. Being in her presence and even texting her, puts me in a whiskey haze and being away from her gives me a hungover feeling.
To Whiskey:Keep it up. I’ll have you begging for it before too long.
She doesn’t respond to my last text so I put my phone away.
“Ace mentioned you were getting in on this underground circuit,” Nitro says.
“Yeah, I am. I grew up hearing about them around here. I feel honored to be invited to race in it,” I admit. Ace and Diesel come over to us and we all discuss the circuit. After a couple of hours, Diesel, Sketch, Rascal, and I head back to our hotel. Tomorrow afternoon, we’re meeting with Blaze.
* * *
The next day,we’re chilling in our rooms, waiting to go meet with Blaze. I want to text Sienna but choose to reach out to my sister.
To Wren:Hey, sis. Wanted to let you know I’ll be racing in the circuit tonight.
“Did Sienna ever tell you about how their double date went,” Sketch asks.
“She said Wren’s man was a douche toward her but was good to Wren,” I tell him. His face shifts, but he turns away before I can read him. Something is going on with him. Thirty minutes pass before I get a response from Wren.
From Wren:That’s awesome to hear. You’ve been dreaming of that for years now.
From Wren:Good luck and be safe.
To Wren:Always. Are you doing alright?
Dots pop up, letting me know she’s responding, then disappear. For a second, I don’t think she’s going to respond.
From Wren:Yeah, all good here.
That doesn’t sound like Wren,I think to myself.
To Whiskey:Did you text me from my sister’s phone pretending to be her?
From Whiskey:How the fuck . . . !?
To Whiskey:She never says “all good” and avoids talking to me when I ask how she’s doing.
From Whiskey:*eye roll*
In my head, I can imagine her rolling her eyes at me. My palm twitches.
To Whiskey:Smh, you and that sass. You’re begging for that spanking, huh?
From Whiskey:Hate to break it to you, but I’m actually into rich, Ivy League guys.
