Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(6)

Sliding into the street, laughter burst from me as adrenalin and joy simultaneously filled me. “Fuck yes!” I shouted, swinging her around a corner, and slamming through the gears as I raced along the mostly deserted street. Dante lived in a quiet area, but we’d be downtown soon because I had to cross through the center of Jersey to get to Widowmaker.

We didn’t talk much, cranking the music instead and letting the beats of Dre fill the silence.

That was until we were about a mile from the rendezvous point with Rabbit. Dante had been looking over his shoulder again, the third time in as many minutes, before his eyes locked on his side mirror.

“What?” I said, exasperated. I was dodging traffic at high speed and couldn’t take my eyes off the road to see what had his attention.

“We have company,” he said simply.

Taking a risk, I shot a glance in the rearview and a familiar Bugatti came into sight. Muthafucker!

Beck was one car behind me, and I’d missed him somehow.

“He was out of sight until just then,” Dante said, knowing I was pissed. “I actually saw Jasper first.”

The yellow Lamborghini was hard to miss, even though I had apparently done that as well. My focus had been in front of me, and I’d missed that there were four somewhat familiar cars following at varying distances behind me.

“Those fuckers picked the wrong chick to mess with,” I said with heavy saltiness. “Hold on to your panties, Dante, we’re going to lose us some Delta heirs.”

Dante grumbled something about “not wearing fucking panties” but he took my warning seriously. His fingers threaded through the oh-shit handle, and he gave me a tight nod to show he was ready.

The corners of my lips pulled up in what was surely an evil grin, and with a quick glance in my mirrors and blind spots, I made my move.

“Fuck me,” Dante exclaimed as he gripped the handle with white knuckles and pressed himself tighter into the seat to stop from being thrown around as I gunned the engine and whipped the steering wheel to the side.

The Mustang handled like a dream, jumping eagerly to my commands as I ducked and weaved between the traffic at close to three times the legal speed limits. My left wrist panged a little as I aggressively steered one handed while my right was busy shifting gears, but it was a good sort of pain. It reminded me of everything that had brought me to this point, starting with my parents’ deaths.

“Whoa, Riles,” Dante gasped as I narrowly missed a pickup truck when I shot through a red light without flinching.

I flicked a quick look at him, but was reassured to see a broad grin on his face. “Shit, Dante,” I grumbled, focusing on my break neck driving. “Thought you were questioning my driving for a second there.”

Dante made a strangled sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan, but I didn’t dare take my attention from the road before me. It was like a maze, and my mind could see a clear path between the obstacles. I’d always been good at labyrinth puzzles, I could just see the pattern instantly, and this was no different.

Slamming down through the gears, I hooked a sharp left turn, hugging the curb so tight that my wing mirror missed a post box by an inch. This new road was clearer than the main strip I’d been on, and I risked a glance in my mirrors.

I’d shaken a few of them, but that offensively bright Lambo, and Beck’s sexy fucking Bugatti were still holding their own.

“Fuck,” I cursed. Of course Jasper was keeping up. Hadn’t he told me that he always won that stupid rich kid race I’d run for him a few weeks ago? Even with his injuries, he was driving almost as good as me.

Almost.

I was better, though. He—and Beck—were just pushing me to try a bit harder.

“Brace yourself,” I murmured to Dante, my sharp gaze snagging onto my next move and my body reacting on instinct.

I jerked the steering wheel to the side—just slightly—and gritted my teeth as the Mustang mounted the curb and we sped toward the worksite on the side of the road. I knew the second Dante figured out what I was doing because he sucked in a sharp breath and sat up straighter in his seat.

“Riley...” He barely got the warning out before my wheels gripped the half completed ramp and shot us up like we were a toy car on a hot wheels track. A wordless shout tore from my best friend’s throat as we hit the top of the ramp and then...

Airborne.

It was only for a second, or less, but it was enough that when our wheels came down hard on the second level parking lot on the other side of the gap, my heart was pounding so hard it was practically jumping out of my shirt.

I wrestled control of my wheels again, fighting the steering wheel as we spun out, but in moments I was back in charge and shifting my gears smoothly to gun it out of there.

“Follow that, assholes,” I muttered, grinning wildly as I peered in my rearview mirror and spotted a distinctive black sports car sitting stationary at the top of the ramp.

Dante started laughing then. A slightly unhinged, hysterical kind of laughter. “Holy fucking shit, Riley. God, I’ve missed you, girl.”

I shot him a quick, manic grin as we peeled out of the parking garage and lost ourselves in the rabbit warren streets behind it. Beck and Jasper didn’t stand a fucking chance of following us now. Dante and I knew these streets like the backs of our hands, and now that they didn’t have us in their line of sight, they were screwed.