Page 9 of Hit and Run
Shade
To stopmyself from taking her right there in the hallway, I retreat to my room with plans of staying here for the rest of the night. Being around her has me feeling buzzed. Kissing her made me borderline drunk on her. Sketch told me he heard Wren and Sienna talking about a double date. It sounded like Sienna hasn’t met Wren’s boyfriend either. Thinking about Sienna going out with anyone who isn’t me pisses me the fuck off when it shouldn’t. She’s not my girl. We’ve only fucked once— in a fucking bathroom no less.
I busy myself and pack for the run. It will be a five-day trip. I’ve texted a few of my Colorado racing buddies, hoping to get in on an underground circuit that’s going down this week. We have to meet with our dealer, Blaze, during the day on Wednesday. The circuit is that night. I light a blunt, taking a couple of hits before putting it back out. I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night so I started smoking some Classic Dream. It’s been the best sleep aid ever. As I lay down, my phone buzzes with a text.
From Ace:You have a spot in the circuit. I’ll shoot you the location in a couple of days.
Fucking awesome. I tried so hard to get invited to one before I moved to Arizona. It never panned out. This should be fun. I lie down and pass out within minutes.
The next morning, I go about my daily routine. Brush my teeth, get dressed, grab my bag for the week and head out to the main room. I set my bag on a barstool and walk into the kitchen to grab some cereal. I pour a bowl and take it back out to the bar to eat. As I’m finishing my cereal, Sketch, Rascal, and Diesel all walk into the main room.
“Hurry and have some breakfast so we can get out on the road,” I tell the three of them. “We got eight hours to drive today and another seven tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” Rascal groans. “One of these days, I’m gonna ride my bike out there. Today is not that day.”
We’re on the road by ten. We have food and drinks packed for the trip so all we need to stop for is gas and to piss. Sketch is riding in my car while Rascal is with Diesel. We stop for gas once before we get to our halfway point for the night—thirty minutes north of Amarillo. Tomorrow night, we’ll go out on the town in Denver. There will actually be shit to do, unlike where we’re staying tonight. There isn’t shit, so we eat dinner and watch some TV before we all crash. The next day’s drive seems to go by much slower. Sketch chooses not to sleep and is talking my fucking ear off.
“Have you talked to Wren since we left,” he asks me.
“No. I texted her when we stopped last night, but she never responded,” I tell him. “What the fuck is going on with the two of you?”
“Nothing. One day we were fine. No argument, nothing. Just talking like we had been. Then the next day, she wouldn’t say a word to me until she told me to leave her alone and not bother her anymore,” he explains. He shrugs. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Could it have been something her punk ass boyfriend said to her?”
“Don’t know. She hadn’t gotten any texts or calls while we were talking,” he says. “So unless he texted or called her after I left, I have no idea. What about Sienna? What’s with you two?”
“Nothing, yet,” I tell him and laugh. “I might let her suck my dick if she asks nice.”
“Ha! What the fuck ever, bro.” He chuckles. “I saw the way you were watching her. You got pissed when she flirted with Buzz.”
“Fuck that shit. What are we going to do about this douchebag Wren is dating?” I change the subject. I’m not about to admit any feelings when it comes to Sienna. Forget about the fact I wanted to punch Buzz’s face when he said something about Sienna bending over the pool table. I wanted to mark her ass up for doing that shit, too. Something tells me she would really enjoy being spanked.
“Let her and Sienna go on their double date,” he says. “I don’t think Sienna likes him either. We can see what she says then go from there.”
We get to our hotel at five in the afternoon. When we get settled in our room, I call Mouse.
“What’s up?” he answers on the second ring.
“Are you at the clubhouse?”
“No, I’m up at Minx’s house,” he replies.
“Is Sienna around,” I ask him.
“Yup, she’s sitting right here.”
“Give her my phone number and tell her to text me,” I tell him.
“Hey, Sienna, Shade wants you to text him,” Mouse says to her.
“I’m not texting him,” she responds.
“She . . .”
“Put her on the phone,” I growl out, interrupting him. Sienna argues with Mouse before she comes on the line.
“What?” she sasses.
