Page 15 of Beneath the Surface

“If your friends are smart, they’ll get out of here,” I told her.

Her only acknowledgment was to tilt her head as she held on to the strap of the seat belt, as if that would make her somewhat safer.

The tracks were rarely busted. Shit like this didn’t happen because of a happy coincidence. Clean races relied on money—a shit ton of money. From incentives to paying off those in power to avoid chaos.

I let that tidbit go for a moment and put it to the back of my mind.

“Where are you going!” Ava shouted when I veered off from the people who were trying to get out of the main entrance.

All of us who came to the tracks had this drill down to a pat. The moment I turned on my car, I didn’t bother with the headlights. At times like this, they were like a beacon begging for me to get arrested.

The cars taking the same path as I was all knew the drill. No lights as we took the makeshift dirt road that ran alongside the main one, with the added benefit of being hidden by the corn that was still in harvest.

Part of the cut Big Dog took went to the owners of the land. They left enough room for us to drive through and they got paid for what would have been a good harvest.

It was a win-win for everyone.

“Calm down, princess,” I drawled as I entered the corn field.

“Don’t call me that,” she demanded through gritted teeth, and I almost smiled.

She had sass, and you had to admire that. Not many people talked back to me—especially not girls. They were too busy trying to ride my dick because they liked the thrill of fucking a ‘bad boy.’

“Where are we going?”

I rolled my eyes.

“We are obviously getting away,” I deadpanned.

Her gaze burned into my skin. If looks could maim, we would have crashed already.

“What if the cops follow us?”

At that, I couldn’t help but grin. We were nearing the first curve and from there we could really take off.

“That’s fine,” I stated calmly as I took the curve, my foot adding more pressure to the pedal. “As long as they don’t catch us.”

I turned my lights on and off really quick. And then a few seconds later, I saw a car do the same. They were already ahead by a few seconds, which meant I could really make my girl purr.

Ava let out a shriek as I sped off. The darkness only added to the thrill. My breathing was steady, while hers was not. I quickly glanced at her, and her chest rose and fell quickly.

The shirt she wore was formfitting, cupping her gorgeous rack perfectly.

She shifted in her seat, and the action alone I would have ignored, but she let out a strangled cry. A mix between amusement and fear—and fuck if that didn’t make me hard.

“Addicting, right?” My tone was low and gravelly.

I’d never had anyone riding bitch when I drove. It had always been me by myself. Every race, every win, had always been something I did alone.

Having someone—having her here was one hell of a distraction. One I wasn’t sure I minded.

Before she could say anything, her phone rang, causing her to jump as it disrupted the silence.

“I’m okay,” she said hurriedly. Probably easing the other two’s minds. “You guys can’t get caught.”

I got a wicked satisfaction knowing those two dipshits were probably beating themselves over losing sight of her. Whenever the cops showed up, it was a fucking nightmare.

“Yeah, he got me out. No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

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