Page 26 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
Emily race psychopath.
Emily beat psychopath.
Police arrest everyone at the finish line.
Eric and Dane take Emily home and fuck her brains out.
Although she was pretty sure that last point wasn’t an official part of The Plan, and more likely Dane needing to express his frustration at how vehemently he opposed The Plan.
Considering he wasn’t opposed to her racing Shane the night before, he had certainly changed his tune. But then, so had she. Sure, it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but now, many, many hours later, she saw her actions for what they truly were.
Completely insane.
And it was that insanity that her boyfriends wanted her to repeat. Well, not them. Not really. They had both made it perfectly clear they would rather walk over red hot coals than put her in danger again, but she could see their point and that of their superiors. If they wanted to get the Spencer brothers and their drug dealing friends off the streets, they needed to think outside the box.
Even so, Dane reminded her that she didn’t have to go through with it. She was a civilian. They couldn’t make her do it, but then Eric reminded her that she’d made a fool out of a crazy person who wasn’t big on forgiveness.
And that person was walking towards her with all the swagger of a lion in a butcher’s shop. He saw her as easy prey.
And that really pissed her off.
Staring Shane down as he approached, Emily resisted the urge to shake the nervous tension from her hands and reminded herself that Eric, Dane, Teddy, and three other undercover officers posing as customers and staff were in the store with her. All of them willing and able to help her should she need it.
Still, she could have gone the rest of her life never seeing this douchebag again and would have been very happy to do so. But earlier, when she’d sent the text message to his brother asking for the details of the next race, she’d known there was a chance he would come looking for her. As much as she loved being proven right, this was one case she would have loved to have gotten it wrong.
Thanking that powers that be that she’d worn trousers and a very modest blouse— nothing even remotely revealing for Shane to ogle—Emily crossed her arms and scowled at him as he ran his hand over the vintage BMW 328 they had on display in the showroom. Her father always said it was a reminder of quality workmanship and design. In reality it was a sales ploy to make rich arseholes feel like a part of motoring history.
“Nice car,” Shane said. “Sexy curves.”
Emily refused to bite. “Why are you here?”
Shane smiled, and again she was struck by how seductive he looked. It really was no wonder why women fell for bad men. When the outside looked so good, it was easy to imagine the inside looked the same. “You wanted to know where the next race was, didn’t you?”
“You could have texted.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Fun?” She snorted. “Fun will be when I win your ride, dismantle it and sell it off for scrap.”
“Scrap? That’s cute.” He moved closer. “You’re cute.” His gaze narrowed. “But you have an attitude, and when you lose, that’s the first thing I’m gunna to fuck out of you.” Then he reached out to touch her, but she slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” she snarled, a sliver of fear creeping up her spine, causing goosebumps to form all over her.
Shane held up his hands in surrender and chuckled. “Okay. I won’t touch you. Yet. But when you lose our race—and you will lose—I’m gunna touch you as much as I want, in any way I want. And maybe,”—he leaned closer, lowered his voice—“I’ll let my brother touch you too, since you’re into that sort of thing.”
Fury stumbled over fear as Emily stared at the shithead. “Fuck you!”
His smile broadened, taunted her, but before he could say anything else that might upset her, Eric and Dane marched towards them looking ready to murder him.
“What the fuck do you want?” Dane demanded, manoeuvring Emily behind him and Eric, forming a protective wall in front of her.
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Shane said, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Just delivering the details for tonight’s meet.” He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and stared directly at Emily. “And reminding myself of what I’m winning.”
Dane took a step forwards but Eric clamped his hand on his brother’s shoulder and stopped him. “You won’t win. She will never be yours.”
He chuckled. “We’ll see.” Then he tipped his chin at her. “Won’t we, cutie?”
“In case you didn’t hear me the last time, let me say it again. Ew.”
