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Reiss eyes her, “Why are you so sweaty?”
“Oh I don’t know,” she sasses. “Maybe because it’s a hundred and twenty degrees outside?”
Reiss moves his eyes from her to me, “Nice win, bro. Pretty aggressive pass there at the end. Surprised Landon hasn’t already come over to throw hands.”
I shrug, not really caring what Landon Tate does, knowing it was Lincoln that beat him. Lincoln that actually wiped the floor with all those guys out there.
Ryan comes barrelling into the trailer a few minutes later and he’s pissed. He slings the door open and then slams it shut.
“Landon Tate claimed your fucking bike!” His voice booms pointed directly at me.
“What?” Reiss asks. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.”
Ryan shakes his head, “The race results were posted and he took $17,000 cash to the tent. It’s his bike. We have to take it over to the AMA trailer right now to impound.”
Lincoln’s brows pinch together, “What the fuck? Can he do that? What do you mean he claimed it?”
“It’s part of the fucking dusty ass rulebook,” Reiss huffs. “Any racer can purchase another racer’s bike for double the MSRP.”
Lincoln is furious, “So because he lost he’s throwing a temper tantrum?”
“This is a huge loss,” Ryan paces. “We won’t have time to get another bike built before Nationals. Not like that one. And now Tate is gonna know where those internal parts came from because the manufacturer is etched on the metal.”
I shake my head, “I don’t understand why that rule is even still around.”
“It’s to discourage people from spending a shit ton of money building exotic bikes. That bike wasn’t even factory built, it wasn’t a pro bike, but now it’s his to race at Nationals.”
Reiss slams his fist down on the top of the toolbox, everything inside clamoring around. “Where the fuck did he get the money? I know they don’t have that kind of cash to blow.”
Lincoln pushes past me angrily, jerking the trailer door open. Reiss and I share a look, and then we both follow her out, knowing she’s about to get in a shit storm of trouble.
She stomps across the dirt path to where Landon stands with his team and mechanic. “Where the fuck do you get off acting like a cry baby?”
Reiss steps next to her pulling her back by her arm, causing Landon to smirk.
“Yeah Bane, get your sister under control. Or maybe Raines can. I heard he’s been handling her lately.”
Lincoln starts to charge after him, but stops dead in hertracks when Jackson steps from around the back side of the trailer.
She steps back, her body bumping against mine. I can feel the rage bubbling up in my chest.
“Well now we know where you got the money,” I grit. “Have fun, hanging out with that scumbag. Let’s see how many more girls have to go to the police before they start taking it seriously.”
Landon sighs, laughing. “He never attacked anyone, you idiot. If he fucked Lincoln it would be because she wanted it.”
Lincoln’s heartbeat quickens and it’s like I can feel it from here. She takes another step back before turning on her heel and scurrying off to the trailer.
I watch as Mira steps closer to Reiss, away from her brother and his posse. Reiss’ eyes are murderous but I don’t stick around to see how it ends. I turn to chase after Lincoln. Besides, I already broke his jaw. This is his retaliation and maybe it’s just a sign that this whole plan isn’t a good idea.
I’m putting Lincoln in harm’s way.
It makes me rethink this entire giant scheme because above everything else, I don’t want to see Lincoln get hurt. Not physically and definitely not emotionally.
“Why are you crying?” I hear Lincoln’s dad ask, grabbing her forearms to console her. His eyes turned to me, “Did you do something?”
“No,” Lincoln whispers. “It’s not…”
“Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on? Why did we just have your bike claimed and why is my daughter crying?”
