Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)(9)
“Excuse me?” I squeaked out. “My—”
A mean smile curved the dark haired guy’s lush lips. “Your car. The Aston, right?” I nodded, glancing over my shoulder at my baby. “Buy-in for these races is two hundred, but I seriously doubt you or your boyfriend have even seen that much cash, let alone carry it on you. So we will accept your car as buy-in.” A sneer curled his lip. “Not that a 2015 model is worth anything close to that, but it’ll do.”
Stunned, I turned to Dante. Two hundred thousand dollars buy-in? That was insanity! He met my eyes as I started to shake my head, and responded to the sexy, smoldering stranger himself.
“Done,” he replied, giving me a small, confident nod. “It’s just a car, and you never lose.” Ignoring my gaping jaw, he turned to face Jimmy. “If that’s acceptable to you? I take it you are still the one running this race?”
He’d hit a nerve, as Jimmy gave the dickhead with the Bugatti a small glance, then nodded to Dante. “Of course I am,” he replied with an edge of annoyance. It was a tough position. He clearly took his orders for Bugatti-boy but didn’t want anyone else questioning his authority. “If the other racers are fine with it, then I guess you’re racing, sweetheart.” He curled his lip at me in a small sneer. “Don’t say I didn’t try and stop you.”
Shocked into silence, I started to follow Dante back to our car before someone’s snickering, cruel laughter made me pause. It was a girl who’d crawled up on top of Jasper—the dude with the yellow Lambo. Her long, dead straight hair was a sheet of honey blonde silk, and her red dress was so short I could see her matching lace panties.
“I’d be tempted to say ‘break a leg,’ but it looks like you’re already down a limb,” she sneered with a laugh, and Jasper just grinned like a damn hyena. His hands roamed her body like he owned it, and my stomach churned in disgust.
A moment ago, I’d been terrified and ready to pull out. How could I risk Dante’s car? The most expensive buy-in we’d ever done wasn’t even a tenth of this one! Now, though? Now I wanted to beat these pretty rich boys and shit all over that misogynistic attitude.
“Come on, Riles,” Dante murmured to me as we reached our car again. “Show these pretentious fucks who they’re up against. If you win, it’s a million dollar payday.” His eyes sparkled with excitement, and I recognized the fact that he was getting off on the risk.
“Yeah, and if I lose, you lose your car,” I muttered, the sour taste of fear rolling across my tongue.
Dante just grinned and winked. “But you never lose.”
4
I was the last to roll my car up to the line. There were already five others with their engines running, their noses flush with the spray painted line. We were at a wide stretch of road, but even so it was a tight squeeze to fit six sports cars across. I was on the outside, and I knew I would need to pull ahead quickly or I’d get pushed off the road when it narrowed out again.
A crowd had gathered, much bigger than I was used to, and nerves were fluttering in my belly. Dante was on the sidelines, his eyes locked on me, even though he wouldn’t be able to see me through the dark tints of my windows.
To my surprise, Bugatti-boy wasn’t racing at all. Maybe he was just all talk? Instead, he leaned on his sleek black car with a perfectly proportioned brunette girl in a mini-skirt and high heels hanging all over him. Not that he seemed to notice her... that smug, arrogant smile was all for me.
Rage boiling, I tightened my good hand on the gear shift. Once again, I thanked fuck for small mercies that it had been my left wrist broken. Otherwise I really would have been screwed when it came to driving.
A girl with short, messy blonde hair tapped on my window, and I rolled it down to see what she wanted. So far, my reception had been somewhat less than warm, so call me suspicious.
“Hey.” She smiled at me. “I’m Eddy.”
“Riley,” I responded with a tight smile. “What’s up?”
She cast a glance over my car at someone calling her name, then flipped them off and turned back to me. “I figured no one would have run you through what to expect. This road seems wide, but pretty much right after that first corner it narrows to two lanes. After that it’s about a mile of turns on the narrow road and then it opens into a motorway. You don’t need to worry about cops, but you will need to keep your eyes open for traffic in the other direction.” She rolled her heavily made up eyes. “The guys don’t close the roads because they like the element of danger.”
I raised my brows at her in surprise. The fact that they even could close the roads for their race spoke volumes about the amount of power and influence these kids had.
“Thanks,” I murmured. “Why are you helping me?”
She shrugged, but her smile really seemed sincere. “Because I’m so sick of the guys around here acting like it’s nineteen fifty three and all women are good for is cooking, cleaning and sucking cock. I have a feeling you’ll be the one to prove them wrong.” Someone yelled her name again, and she glanced over my car with a pissed off expression. “I better go, but good luck, new girl!”
As she ducked back off the “race track,” I noticed she was the only girl I’d seen so far who was actually dressed for the cold weather. Sure she still had designer heels on, but at least she was in jeans and a warm coat.