Page 33 of Ride or Die
“Ah, don’t be. It's always been dramatic having two daughters. Just take care of her and don’t fuck it up, alright?”
My mom grins and chuckles to herself, getting up with her bowl and rounding the table towards us. She squeezes Colt’s shoulder and kisses my cheek, smiling at us. “Glad to see you happy, sweetie.”
Putting her bowl in the sink, she heads upstairs. My dad does the same, except he slaps Colt on the shoulder and hugs me.
My face contorts in confusion, stunned by their reactions. Everything about this is strange. We barely see each other. We're basically roommates. It's almost like they were putting on a front for Colt, and I don't understand why. I also just love how they leave their dishes in the sink for me to clean later.Assholes.
Colt lets out a breath and looks around us. “What the fuck just happened, eh? That was like…so much at one time, and I’m still kinda braindead from fucking you. They probably heard us.” He chuckles.
“Yup, pretty sure they did. Of course, the one time they’re all home, we have loud sex against the dresser. Welcome to the family.” I giggle, shaking my head. “Let’s get out of here.”
We make the quick walk back to Colt’s place. His house is a mirror image of mine. A basic two-story, but his is a two-bedroom and has a large master bedroom.
He takes his shower and changes in front of me, making sure to strip down completely nude, keeping his eyes on me at all times. Trying to pull the same shit I pulled on him. I have to refrain from attacking him because we actually do have to go. He gets dressed, looking so sexy with his typical leather jacket, torn jeans, and boots, his hair mussed just right.
Before we leave, Colt whips up some macaroni and cheese for us, leaving a bowl in the fridge for his mom. He's so damn good to her. It warms my heart.
We make our way to the car, and it rumbles to life beneath us, sending vibrations through my entire body that, after last night, is completely sensitive to that sensation.
He grins at me as he puts the car into gear and reverses out, placing his hand on my thigh. He leaves it there the entire drive except to shift gears, and I love the possessive affection it suggests.
The city lights pass by in a blur, and all I can think about is how, two weeks ago, I went to a similar race, and everything changed in my life when Colt drove me home.
Now I am the girlfriend of the ultimate bad boy, whom I lost my virginity to last night, riding shotgun in his sexy Camaro after he fucked me senseless an hour ago. Who’d have thunk it?
“So, sometimes we do quarter-mile drag races in the middle of the street or in the countryside. Other times we do loop tracks around places like industrial parks. Despite being illegal street racing, it’s quite organized. There’s a whole gambling and drug ring involved in it. I race and people place bets on me. I get paid depending on whether I win or lose and what the odds were against or for me,” Colt explains while I sit here nodding, watching him drive.
We pull into an industrial park where a whole lineup of cars form two rows, separating the makeshift track. Colton pulls in like a star. No one can see beyond the tinted windows, but they all know who it is. They just don’t realize I’ll be the one getting out of the car with him. My nerves are through the roof.
“So tonight we’re doing a loop track. We’ve set out a race path that equals out to a mile long. We’ll circle around the industrial park and finish at the starting line. I want you to drop the flag and be here at the finish line when I win,” he says.
My eyes widen. “I..I c-can’t drop the flag. It’s such an important role, and I don’t want to fuck it up,” I stutter.
He squeezes my leg and chuckles. “You can and you will. You’re my girl. You dropping the go flag for me is a statement, letting everyone know we're together. I told you no one will fuck with you, especially after this, and if they do, you tell me,” he says, stopping to idle at the start line between the rows of cars and spectators.
He gets out first and shakes a few hands before making his way over to my door, opening it for me and peeking in.
“It’s time, baby.” His smile beams as if he’s so proud to finally show me off. I take a deep breath and grab his hand. He pulls me out, and the first thing I notice are the stares and whispers. Girls looking at me with disgust, guys looking at me with confusion.
The “What isshedoing here? Why Isshewith him?” hush throughout the crowd.
My palms get clammy and my heart pounds, anxiety knotting in my stomach. Colt senses it and takes my face in his hands, leaning down and kissing me deeply. Something about being with Colt takes all my reservations away, so I wrap my arms around his neck and we make out in front of the crowd.
Message delivered, fuckers.
When we separate, Axel is standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face, and he hands me the flags. He quickly explains quickly what to do, and I assume my position in front of the two cars in the middle. Colt comes over and kisses me again before giving my ass a tap.
The men get into their cars, and I shakily raise the flags above me. They rev their engines as they wait for me to drop the flags. I look over to Axel, who nods, then drop them as if I’m doing a huge bow, and they take off.
The two cars fly past me, the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burnt rubber and smoke filling the air. My dress andhair whip in the wind the cars create after taking off from the line.
It’s exhilarating, and I’m not even in the car.
They are out of sight in no time, racing around the industrial park. I walk off to the sidelines as we wait for their return. A hush settles amongst the crowd, discussing who they think will win. All around me, I feel eyes on me as girls glare and whisper, snickering.
Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I try to ignore all the hate everyone has for me.
A minute later, we hear them racing back towards us, and the crowd parts to the side. Axel gives me the checkered flag while he and another guy on the opposite side lie down on their stomachs with their phones to do a video finish.
