Page 51 of Double Edged Hearts
Chapter Fifteen
Alex
“One race with the Marcellos,” Donny says with a chuckle, holding up one finger. “Rafi Marcello wants you to kiss his ass. Aren’t you going to make that prick swallow his words?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
I’ve decided I’m not doing any more racing for the week. In two days, I’m heading out to Italy for a break. I’ll come back at the end of the month and hope things settle down. The mood I’m in is not fit to race. Quite likely, if I race Rafi, I’ll either break something, or end up dead.
“Tell Rafi he can go fuck himself.” I smirk, and Donny frowns.
“Come on, man. I’m betting two G’s you’ll win.”
“Two G’s? That’s shit money when you know I’ll beat his ass.”
“Whatever. You’re a prick. Look at me here at this unearthly hour being the good friend I am to you and you can’t do one little race.” Donny frowns and I laugh.
I won’t be a smart ass and tell him he didn’t need to come by. It was cool having him around.
He knew I was doing my own bike modifications and he came by late last night to help me. We worked right through until sunrise, taking the bike apart and putting it back together.
“Tell you what, when I get back from Italy I’ll do a race for you,” I tell him and he rolls his eyes at me.
“Like I said whatever. I’ll bet you won’t even remember when you get back.”
My phone starts buzzing in my back pocket, and I reach for it.
Panic laces through me when I see it’s Number Four of the secret squad, my street guy.
I answer the phone straightaway. He’d only be calling me at this hour if there was a problem.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Cora, she’s been kidnapped. Some men just took her from her apartment complex.
Terror races through me. “What the fuck are you saying to me? She’s been taken?”
Donny looks up at me when I say that, eyes wide with the same panic I feel. All the bad things that could happen to her run through my mind.
What did she do?
What did she find?
“They took her, Alex. If you leave now and take the route to Main Street, you can catch up. I have the plates.”
I gaze at Donny, and he nods. He can’t hear the conversation, but he’s nodding.
“Can you get her?” Donny asks, and I don’t even know why I’m thinking about this.
There is no question, and while I know I’m making a big choice with my next move, I’m doing it. I get on my bike and switch the phone to my earpiece so I can ride out of the garage and hear Number Four at the same time.
“Hurry, Alex. You’re looking for a black van with the plates PV70UAE. They’re about ten minutes ahead of you but stuck in traffic. If you take the back street, you’ll come out where they are. I’ll guide you.”
“Thank you.”
I breeze down the road running two red lights.
I ride hard and fast like I just came from hell.Matvey…
