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California

Book Three

Rick

A parade of scantily clad women sauntered across the road in front of me. Their eyes, lined with black and long fluttering lashes, traced the lines of my car, a Saleen S7 twin turbo in midnight blue. The paint reflected the sun and dazzled as brightly as the glittering crop tops and strappy heels the women wore.

The underground street racing scene out here in Los Angeles was a lot flashier than The Streets back in New York City.

Where New York was all sharp contrasts and edgy fashion at the race tracks, LA was bright colors, boob jobs, meaner drivers, and faster cars.

And it was the place that had saved me from my own downward spiral.

One of the women at the front of the herd, a blonde with cherry-red lips and a pair of high-waisted skin-tight denim shorts, pulled her sunglasses down her nose to look at my car. Then her gaze flicked up toward me over the top of her frames, and she ran her tongue along her upper lip before pushing the glasses back up and continuing her
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