Better when He's Bold (Welcome to the Point #2)(63)

I used every bad word I could think of as I raced out of the diner with Titus hot on my heels. Sure enough, there was a crowd gathered around my car as yellow-and-orange flames danced over the cherry-red paint. The smell of gasoline and smoke was almost suffocating as a couple of uniformed officers tried to move everyone back from the blaze.

“Race.”

I looked at Titus out of the corner of my eye.

“Don’t say it, Titus. I f*cking love that car.”

He ignored me as sirens wailed in the background.

“When you have so many enemies that you can’t even tell what direction to look in order to watch your back . . .” He paused to make sure I understood what he was saying. “That’s a really dangerous place to be.”

I grimaced as the fire got so hot, the front windshield shattered and collapsed inward. The car was going to be a total loss and it broke a little piece of my heart. It was the first car I ever bought for myself without my dad’s money. It had been in rough shape until Bax worked his magic on it. It was the one thing that was mine, had been mine from the get-go, and now it was just a blackened, smoking pile of scorched metal and melted rubber. It made my heart hurt and my blood thick with rage.

“Is this the mysterious man with the accent, or about your girl?”

I had no idea, and it didn’t matter either way. Whoever was behind it was going to pay. I didn’t say anything, just locked my jaw as the fire truck wheeled into the lot and added high-pressured water to the mess that was once my beautiful ride. The crowd dissipated and left me and Titus standing there in the parking lot. He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a little shake.

“The station has cameras. I’ll see if we can pull a visual or a license plate. Let me take you back to the garage.”

I blew out a breath, low and shallow, and ran my hands over my face. “All right.”

I still had to go see my techie friend about Brysen’s computer, but I couldn’t do it without wheels. Good thing there was a surplus of them around the garage.

I climbed into Titus’s boring cop sedan and closed my eyes and rubbed my temples as hard as I could. Losing the Mustang brought back all those thoughts and fears I had about losing things that mattered to me running in furious circles around in my head. I was all caught up in a girl who had a psycho after her, my sister was in love with the most dangerous person in the Point, and my business partner would kill me just as soon as look at me. All of it made my skin feel too tight for my body and had a buzzing nervousness popping and snapping right under the surface of my control. My fate was going to be whatever the Point decided for me, but if anything happened to Dovie, to Brysen, or even to my seemingly invincible best friend, it would break me, and I knew it.

When we got to the garage it was late afternoon and most of Bax’s crew was headed out, but his Hemi was still in the lot. I didn’t want to try and explain why I was riding with Titus and not in my own car, but Bax was already walking toward us smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone. He gave the nondescript sedan a dirty look and then glanced between me and his brother.

“How are you going to outrun anyone in this piece of shit?”

He kicked the fender and then had to duck as Titus swung at his head.

“You wouldn’t be talking so much trash if you saw what was under the hood. It’s a cop car, dummy, it’s supposed to blend in.”

Bax snorted and flicked his cigarette onto the ground.

“Where’s the Stang?”

I shoved my hands through my hair and tugged on the pale strands in frustration.

“Melted into the parking lot of the diner across the street from the cop shop.”

His dark eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he just gaped at me. I sighed and told him curtly, “Titus is gonna see if they caught whoever torched it on tape, but I don’t know if it’s about me or it’s the whack job that’s after Bry.”

He lifted an eyebrow at me. “If it weren’t for bad luck . . .”

“I wouldn’t have no luck at all. Tell me about it. I need to snag a car for the rest of the night. I have some stuff I need to do.”

He rubbed the edge of his chin with his thumb in a move that was eerily similar to Titus and told me in a flat tone, “Why don’t you ask your lady to sell you the BMW she asked me to find a buyer for today?”

My spine snapped straight and I felt my teeth grind together. “What?” There was no missing the surprise and irritation lacing the single word.

He smirked at me and told Titus to pop open the hood of the sedan.

“She said she needs to sell it so she can get an apartment for her and her sister due to the fact her dad is a worthless f*ck and whatnot. I told her she needed to talk to you about that stuff, because the only place she can find with what she would make on selling the BMW would be crap.”

“She’s not moving into the slums with her sister.” Hell no she wasn’t.

“I told her that was what you were going to say. I think she’s pretty badass for just trying to figure out a crap situation and being willing to sacrifice. She looks a little too fancy to be the type to get her hands dirty. Glad I was wrong about that if she’s going to be in this with you. Blood is hard to wash off. It stains.”

“Jesus, Bax.” Titus growled the words.

Bax just lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “It’s the truth.”