Touch Me Not (Manwhore, #1)(75)

“Luther, don’t let her out of your sight.” He turned Lily around and bent down to give her a quick kiss. “Wish me luck, baby.”

“Good luck,” she said, a ghost of a smile on her face. She seemed sad this morning, and Nikoli wanted to reassure her, but he couldn’t. He had the feeling she knew, like he did, this was their last weekend together. He had no idea how to comfort her when he was having issues coming to terms with it himself.

Instead of dwelling, he released her and slid behind the wheel of the car they’d labored over for this race. He started the engine, revved it a few times, and then pulled out, leaving Lily and Luther in his rear view mirror.

“Come on, Lily.” Luther took her arm and started to pull her closer to where the cars were lined up, despite the fact she stiffened up. She might be better, but she wasn’t cured. “We’ll wait up here so we can see them when they circle back and cross the finish the line.”

“How long does the race usually take?” Her eyes took in everything as she disentangled herself from Luther’s grip. A hint of her panic crept up her spine, but she took several deep breaths and made herself calm down.

“Depends,” Luther said, eyeballing the other cars. “It could be ten minutes or it could be a couple hours. The route is preprogrammed into the GPS. Nikoli got it when he signed in a few minutes ago. No one knows the route until they get in the car and plug the GPS in. Last year it was a thirty minute race.”

The engines revved up, and without warning they all squealed tires and sped off into the early morning darkness. Lily’s eyes widened. She’d expected someone up front to be waving a green flag or something.

Luther laughed at her expression. “We are ruining your expectations, huh?”

Lily nodded, nonplussed. This was not at all what she’d expected.

“We’ll take you to a race that will reaffirm all those expectations,” Luther said, laughing. “This one is for major money.”

Lily shot him a smile tinged with sadness. She highly doubted she’d be going to any other races with them, but she pushed those thoughts down and started counting the minutes.

Nerves ate at her. The last race she’d been to was the one that cost her father his life. He’d plowed into a wreck on the track, been hit by another car and pushed into the wall, trapped and unable to move when the next few cars slammed into the wreckage. Lily didn’t like to dwell on it because then she’d start thinking of if he’d been unconscious or if he’d been awake and in pain as he’d died. It always ripped her to shreds imagining all the what-ifs.

She couldn’t help but think about it now, though. Nikoli was racing, and even though this wasn’t a track, it was still dangerous. Maybe even more dangerous than an organized race like NASCAR. Worry for Nikoli consumed her, but she tried to keep it from showing. Luther was nervous enough for both of them.

After forty-five minutes, the wait started to get to Luther. He’d taken to pacing, as had several other people milling around. He’d been nervous before, but now he was clearly getting worried. The later it got, the more the city started to wake up. Soon, it would be next to impossible for the racers to hide from the police and the helicopters. That was another worry of Lily’s. They’d both impressed upon her how important it was to not get caught, given who they were. This was how they financed their business, and it would be bad for business to get arrested for being involved in an illegal race.

Another fifteen minutes went by before the sound of loud engines could be heard. Luther grabbed Lily and pulled her well out of the way. Before she could protest, she saw the first of four cars fighting for first place. They were all over the road, pushing each other, angling to try and get around the ones in front of them. Lily squinted and spotted Nikoli in third place. Her heart nearly stopped when one of the cars slammed into his, forcing him off the road, but he recovered and shot back up to where he was.

Luther cursed rather violently while they watched Nikoli fight to gain control of the second position. He swerved and slammed his car into the same Dodge Charger that had forced him off the road. The Charger’s driver lost control of the car and spun out, flipping, taking the fourth car down with him. All that was left was the Mach 1 and the 1974 Chevelle. Neither looked willing to give an inch, both ramming into each other.

Lily bit down on her knuckles to keep from shouting. Luther leaned forward as they got closer, muttering something she couldn’t make out. She didn’t care. Her eyes were glued to the battling vehicles, their intent to win clear in their aggressive driving.

Closer and closer they came, each pulling out into the lead for a brief few seconds before being overtaken. She knew how important this race was Luther and Nikoli, but she didn’t think they were going to win. She’d been watching the other driver and knew for a fact he wasn’t showing his hand. The car sat up just a little higher in the front which told her there were modifications that could boost the speed under that hood. No racer worth a grain of salt would do a speed boost until the very end.

“He’s not going to win,” Lily whispered, which made Luther glower at her. “Well, he’s not. The other car still has a speed boost left.”

“How do you know that?” Luther asked, a growl behind his words.

“I know cars, Luther,” she said, still watching the fight. “Trust me on this.”