The Lovely Reckless(22)

Shawn laughs. “Leone’s doing a Royal.”

My cheeks burn.

Turk leers in our direction, then grins at Marco. “I feel you, bro. She’s a hot piece of ass. I wouldn’t mind getting in those jeans.”

“That’s never happening,” I shoot back.

The muscles in Marco’s arms tense, and he lowers his voice, stepping closer to Turk. “If you even look at her while I’m driving, you’ll be in a wheelchair tomorrow. Do we understand each other?”

My heart jumps, but I ignore it. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

Marco heads for the cars. He slows down as he passes me, dipping his head close to my ear. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Maybe I don’t need protecting.”

He jerks his head up and stares directly into my eyes. “Just don’t move until I get back.” The intensity of his gaze sends pinpricks up my arms, and I swallow hard, watching him walk away.

“Holy shit,” Lex whispers.

Deacon and Cruz stick close to Marco as he slides behind the wheel of his Mustang. It’s the car from the race that started right after Lex and I arrived tonight.

Marco drives to the line, where Sung is waiting.

“Keep your eye on them,” Turk tells Shawn.

“What the hell just happened?” Abel whispers.

“I have no idea.” It’s true.

“Then why did Marco Leone threaten to disable a guy if he looked at you?” Lex put a hand on her hip, the first Lex-like thing she’s done since we got here.

“Maybe he has an issue with these guys and he wanted to pick a fight?” The possibility makes me sick … and angry. “But he’s not using me as an excuse to do it.”

Lex watches me. “I think it’s more than that.”

“There’s no more. I work with his younger sister in the after-school program. He probably doesn’t want her to lose her tutor.”

More like I don’t want to lose mine.

“Nice try,” she says.

“Actually, I’m secretly dating the most dangerous guy at Monroe after exactly one day there.” I lay on the sarcasm, but I’m also annoyed. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Abel grins. “He must really love his sister.”

I glare at him. “Don’t say a word unless you have a better explanation for why you came down here than ‘I met a girl in class.’”

Video Game Girl stands in front of the cars and raises her arms, and I wait for them to drop.

One.

Two.

Three.

Tires squeal and exhaust fills the air. Lex grabs my hand, and I squeeze hers. Pissed off or not, I still want Marco to win. His Mustang is on the left. Within seconds, his taillights appear smaller than the ones on Sung’s car. Or were they always smaller? Why didn’t I pay closer attention?

“Come on. Stay ahead of him…” Abel whispers.

“Shit!” Turk shouts from the line.

Is it over?

From Turk’s tight-lipped expression, I’m guessing the answer is yes.

Abel lets out a long breath. “I think your friend won.”

“We’re not friends. I barely know him.”

Marco stalks toward us with Cruz ahead of him. Deacon isn’t with them anymore. Marco stops in front of Shawn and holds out his hand. “Keys.”

The tall guy fishes Abel’s keys out of his pocket and tosses them to Marco, who catches them in the air.

Marco slaps the keys against Abel’s palm. “Get out of here before Turk changes his mind.” He gestures at Lex and me. “Take them with you.”

“We came in my car,” Lex says. “I can’t leave it here.”

Marco shakes his head and looks at me. “Let’s go.”

“Thanks,” I snap. “But I don’t need help figuring out when it’s time to move.”

He frowns and opens his mouth to say something, then stops. Lex rushes ahead with Cruz as if she can’t get away from this place fast enough.

Marco points at Abel. “I told you to get out of here.”

“Right.” Abel jogs off in the opposite direction.

As we follow Lex and Cruz, the crowd parts for Marco, and people compliment him on his driving. He’s polite but never stops moving, like I’m a live grenade and he can’t wait to get rid of me.

“Where did you park?” he asks.

“Over there by the streetlight,” I say.

The Fiat comes into view, and Lex exhales.

“Where are your keys?” Cruz asks her.

Lex searches through her bag. Dad would freak if I walked up to my car at night without the keys in my hand, ready to unlock the door. “Found them.” She holds up her Tiffany key chain.

“Come on.” Cruz walks ahead of Lex like a bodyguard.

Marco clears his throat. “Can we talk for a second?”

“Fine.” I hang back and watch as Lex gets in the car. Cruz leans against the passenger side.

Marco steps in front of me so I have no choice but to look at him. “I think you’re pissed at the wrong guy. Your boyfriend is an asshole for asking you to come down here and bail him out.”

My what?

“Abel? He’s not my boyfriend. I’ve known him forever. And no one asked you to get involved and start World War III. I had it worked out.”