Page 5 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Three
Raze
After I leftthat diner this morning, work at the shop felt like torture. No matter how much I tried to busy my mind, all I could think about was the next time I could go to that piece of shit diner to seeheragain. Once I was done at the shop, I went to the clubhouse where Sketch and Rascal talked me into accepting a fight for tonight.
What I didn’t expect was to find out that the girl from the diner is Minx, my Prez’s daughter. I know now that I should stay away from her. That would be easier to do if Rascal didn’t ask me to keep an eye on her.
“Minx,” I say. I give her a small grin. She has a look of defiance in her eye.
“What did Ras do, put you on babysitting duty?” She throws out with sass.
“Nah, I just wanted to see the club princess do what she does best.” I smirk and wink at her. “Mind if I check out your car?”
She nods, and I walk around her car, checking out the bodywork and stealing glances at her. She’s fucking sexy and doesn’t even have to try. She’s got the same kind of shorts on that she had on at the diner. She has a basic, black tank top that hugs her tits and sits right above her hips, showing a sliver of her stomach. And to top it off, she’s rocking black chucks— so simple yet so fucking sexy.
This car is almost as sexy as she is. It’s a matte black Chevelle and looks sleek. I get back around to the front, and she grabs the back of the hood, pulling it up as she walks to the front of the car with a sly smirk. I keep my eyes on hers for a second too long before looking around the hood at the engine.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter. Under the hood is an LSX crate engine. This engine alone is fast, but just by looking at it, I can tell there are even more modifications inside.
“Who did all the work on this,” I ask her, and her face breaks out into the biggest smile.
“I did. With my Pops’ help, of course, but I did the majority of it,” she gushes. Damn it if that doesn’t make her even sexier.
“You did a damn good job,” I compliment her as I close the hood. “What got you into cars in the first place,” I ask curiously, not expecting an answer.
“It started from just watching my pops and brothers. One day, Pops decided to teach me some basics, and it all came so naturally. After seeing how quickly I took to it, he bought me this Chevelle to fix up. On my sixteenth birthday, he surprised me with the new paint job. And told me it was officially mine.” She pauses. Seems like I found a good way to get her talking. The thought of her getting dirty, working on a car, makes my dick jump.
“I’m sorry, I could talk cars for days,” she says with a nervous laugh.
“And she has,” her friend says, reaching to shake my hand and adding “I’m Buster, part of Minx’s family in Arizona.”
“I’m Raze. That’s Saint.” I motion with my head toward Saint as I shake Buster’s hand. “So what brings y’all to Texas?”
“We were missing our girls,” one of the other guys says as he comes up and puts an arm around Minx’s shoulders. I stand a little taller as a wave of jealousy goes through me. I keep a neutral look on my face and see Saint looking at me out of my peripheral. I ignore him.
“Shut up, Shade,” Minx says, laughing as she elbows him in the side.
“Oomph.” Shade drops his arm away from her shoulder and grabs his side. Buster shakes his head, smiling.
“Minx told us about her brother being in the hospital. We wanted to be here for her and Rivet,” Buster explains. “Plus, it gave us an excuse to check out the race scene here.”
“How long do y’all plan on staying?” Saint asks Buster. I watch Shade move to Rivet and start picking on her. Minx laughs at them, and that sound is music to my ears. I realize that Shade is acting like a brother to them and subtly shake my head.
“We haven’t decided yet. Figured we would just play by ear,” Buster tells us, looking between Saint and I. I nod my head. I watch Minx interact with Rivet and the guys for a minute. She’s so happy and carefree. She’s in her element here. I feel Buster staring at me and look to him.
“Be careful with her. She acts tough as shit, but she’s pretty fucking fragile right now,” he warns me. He leaves it at that when he sees Minx walking up to us.
“Are y’all done with your chit chat? I’m about to go race.” And there’s that sass again.
“Go get ‘em, Lil Mama,” Buster says to Minx. I give him a questioning look at the nickname. Minx’s face lights up. She meets Shade and Rivet at Rivet’s car. Rivet goes to the window, messes with her phone and some music starts playing.
“It’s a thing we did in Arizona. We have a hype playlist that we listen to before racing. It helps us all get in the zone,” Buster explains to me. I can’t take my eyes off Minx.
