LainaThe RS Mason was going to drive tonight was a hollowed-out shell. I supposed it made sense. The lighter the car, the faster it would be, but it sure as hell was far from comfortable. The seat was firm and creaked beneath me every time I moved. The roll cage was low, so I had to sit with my head tipped slightly to my left. By the time we arrived at the location for the first race in The Streets, I had a kink in my neck. Benji parked the car with those that were not racing. We both got out, and I peered around, looking over the heads of the others in the crowds to try to spot Mason. “He won’t be here until right before the race starts,” Benji said as we made our way over to the registration area. I nodded. It made sense. Mason was committed to not letting on that he was racing tonight. He was going to come right before the race, and he was bringing Benji’s car so he could race as well. I was a bundle of nerves. I was incr
Laina I looked at my feet and nudged some loose pebbles across the asphalt. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it,” Benji said. “Seriously. I don’t want to know the shit the two of you are up to.” I grimaced. “I wouldn’t talk about any of that with you.” “Good.” “Good,” I agreed. We fell quiet for a while. I sidled up beside him and leaned against the side of the car. “Are you nervous for the race?” He shrugged. “Nervous? No. Excited? A little bit. It’s sort of lost its appeal since the assholes took this place over. It used to be about who the better driver was. And putting it all out on the road. There was respect. And trust. Nobody was in it to hurt someone else. But now? I don’t know. It’s different.” I nodded. “You’re talking about Sid and Mark.” “Yeah.” I wrapped my arms around myself to ward off the chill of the night. That was the only problem with being the flag gi
MasonWhen 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
Mason We closed in on the last stretch of track. I didn’t look in my mirrors to see where the rest of the cars were. It didn’t matter. The finish line had emerged at the end of the street, a good mile or so away, and I focused all of my attention on pulling away and taking the lead. I couldn’t pass on either side of them. Sid and Mark were driving beside each other with just enough space between them for me to move through. They were baiting me. I knew it. I knew it, and I didn’t give a damn. If they were going to force me to make this move, then fuck it. I’d do it. I had to try. And I was running out of pavement. I floored it and took the space between them. They both turned inward and boxed me in. Sid slammed into my left side and Mark into my right. I owed Tobias a hell of a lot more money than twenty grand now. I clenched my jaw and fought the steering wheel to maintain control as they steered me with their cars, overpowering me.
Laina“No,” I breathed. Everything seemed to unfold before me in slow motion. The crowd was tense, and all seemed to be holding the same breath as the three cars hurtled toward the finish line. The roar of the engines and the crash of the bumpers slamming into each other echoed in my ears as they approached, and all I could think was one thing. This is going to end badly. The three cars passed the line. Mason’s brake lights came on. The crowd gasped. And then Sid and Mark made their move and sent Mason’s car spinning across the track where he slammed driver’s side first into the cement barrier. The passenger side tires lifted off the ground with the impact, and the whole frame seemed to crumple inward, leaving the car looking warped and crooked like a piece of plastic left out in the sun for weeks. I think I might have screamed. I didn’t realize I’d started moving away from the crowd in a desperate attempt to get
Laina Feeling his pulse was enough to spur me into action. I reached around him and guided his arm out from the seat belt. Blood stained my fingers, but I didn’t care. I worked the seat belt out from around his shoulder, freeing him, and Benji asked me to help him turn Mason sideways so we could guide him out through the driver’s window. He weighed a fucking ton. Benji wrapped his arms under Mason’s armpits and began pulling him out of the car. Laughter caught my ears. I looked out the passenger window to see Mark and Sid standing about ten feet away. Sid had his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing loose jeans and a white tank. His gold teeth flashed as he threw his head back and laughed. Mark jabbed him in the chest and said something they both found humorous because their laughter increased, and soon Sid was doubled over, slapping his knees and howling with hilarity. “Bastards,” I growled. “Laina, no,” B
MasonFuck. Everything hurt. My head pounded like someone was relentlessly smacking my skull with a hammer. The pressure behind my eyes had me convinced my brain had exploded and was pushing itself out of my head. My ears were ringing like a fucking fire alarm. And it wouldn’t stop. The rest of my body wasn’t better off. My ribs and shoulder and chest ached furiously, and I found myself being gently jostled around and every bump or movement sent little shocks of fiery pain through my veins. I groaned and lifted my hand to my face to try to rub something wet out of my eyes. “Mason?” A woman’s voice called my name from far away. She sounded familiar. She also sounded scared. I tried to open my eyes without success. “Mason? Can you hear me?” I swallowed and rubbed harder at my eyes. The woman pulled my hand away from my face, gently stroked my hair off my forehead and said, “Hold on. We’re almost there.”
Mason The latter might be easier for her. Then she wouldn’t have to think of me ever again. She could finally wipe her hands of us and focus on her relationship with Mark. The thought made my aching body ache even more. I tried to think of other things, but everything kept circling back to her. I grimaced when we hit a bump. The car rolled up my driveway, and Benji apologized. I must have made a sound without even realizing it. Laina’s hand fell still in my hair, and she opened her door. Cool air washed in and chased away some of the fog in my head. I rubbed at my eyes vigorously one last time and was finally able to squint them open. My lashes were thick with red. I heard Benji get out of the car. He hurried around to my side as I forced myself to sit up. I gripped the headrest of the seat in front of me to try to stabilize my spinning head. “Okay,” Benji breathed, looking from me to the front door. “