Gloves Off

Mason

When I pulled into the industrial park, I lifted the hood on my sweater. The windows of Benji’s coupe were tinted, but I didn’t want to risk anyone recognizing me too early. Word would spread quickly here, and the longer I could evade Sid and Mark, the better.

Rick was at home on my couch watching TV and eating pizza. He’d been in a sour mood when I left. I couldn’t blame him. He wanted to be here burning gas and rubber just as badly as I did, but some assholes had taken that from him.

I was going to repay them for that tonight. There was no better motivator than vengeance.

I crept forward through the crowd and inched my way to the starting point. Benji had given me the heads-up to put his car in third on the left. When I finally reached the spot, I leaned back and exhaled. There was a lot of pressure to do this thing right tonight. Not only that, but I was also racing a new car for the first time. I’d be figuring out how it handled on the fly