Page 27 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Never. This is what I do,” I respond, all smiles.
I’ve been smiling since I pulled up and realized that this is a race.He found this for me and brought me here.
Today started off great and now this. I woke up this morning with six figures in my bank account. My severance package was deposited and even after those disrespectful taxes, I got a nice lump sum. I paid the remainder of my lease up and paid off the remaining six months on my car insurance policy. I’m really good with my finances so I should be fine with taking six months off to decompress.
Truthfully, I should have taken time after Imari but I didn’t. I was in too much of a hurry to get out of Diamond Cove but now, I can rest, relax, and do something fun. There’s a cooking spot in town, On the Table, that offers interactive cooking courses and I’ve been interested in its six-weekElevate your Palettecourse for a minute now.
A wonderful morning and now a great ass night.
I’m so excited; I can barely hold it in. I didn’t realize how much I missed this and I had no idea that they even raced here in Crescent Falls. I thought I left racing behind in Diamond Cove; I’m glad I didn’t because nothing beats a race, nothing.
The racing scene is always full of adrenaline, egos, fast cars, and loud mouths. Drivers are here to stunt, prove a point, and leave victorious and the spectators are here to soak it all up. I’m here for it all. My heart is pounding with excitement. My hands are itching to control my steering wheel and the pads of my feet are tingling. I’m ready to drive and drive fast.
“You race a lot?”
“No. Driving is what I do, racing just adds another layer of excitement. It’s been a minute though. I haven’t raced in a year so I’m stoked and ready. But are you nervous?” I ask because he looks hella anxious. Things popped off in the races ahead of mine.
The winner from the first crotch rockets race was so amped that he paid extra to hop in the third race. I don’t know if it was his ego or what but at the start of the race, he accelerated too fast. His rear wheel lost grip and snapped back. He was thrown from his bike and landed on the shoulder. The race between the two crotch rockets was eventful too. After the driver of a white mustang lost miserably to a clean matte blue charger, the driver of the Mustang jumped bad but Blue Charger shut it down quick. We heard a gun was pulled. Egos and men always start shit.
“Nah. I’m straight,” he assures.
“Good because I got this. Trust me. I’m going to win your money back,” I assure him.
“I’m not worried about the money. That smile on your face is worth it already.” The bull horn sounds; I’m up. He leans over my middle console then kisses me with so much passion. “Good luck,” he says before getting out of my ride.
“With this loud nigga, I don’t need it,” I assure him. Then, as I do each race, I grip my brother’s chain that’s hanging from my rearview mirror, close my eyes, and say my quick prayer. “Dear Heavenly Father, take me fast from start to finish and keep me safe the entire way,” I pray.
When Juice matched me, my opponent talked mad shit. He complained about racing a girl like this isn’t the twenty-first fucking century. I ignored his loud ass and let his words roll of my back but Daymir was getting heated. I had to stand in front of him to keep him off this nigga’s ass. I can’t wait until I dust him and leave his little royal blue NISMO in my smoke.
The ATV pulls in front of us and the girl behind the driver stands. For the actual races, she has white bandanas in each hand. She raises them up and we both rev our engines. My hand is firmly planted, ready to shift into drive as soon as she drops her hands. Seconds later, she does and I’m off. Focused only on the railroad tracks ahead, I accelerate and make it there in less than forty seconds. He crosses seconds later.
“Shit! Yes!” I scream as I release my foot from the gas. My baby starts to slow but my heart doesn’t. It’s beating as fast as I was driving and I’m on cloud-fucking-nine. “Yes!”
I ride a little further, U-turn, then pace back to claim my money and talk shit. NISMO is already back at the start when I pull up. Daymir is standing by Juice with a smile on his handsome face. When I shift into park, I see NISMO get out and start walking my way. So, I get out, ready to talk shit.
Juice walks over with Daymir right behind him. When he hands the money to me, NISMO tries to knock it down. A few bills fly away but Juice’s grip saves the rest.
“Show some fucking respect, lil nigga,” Daymir barks.
“Mase, chill before this is your last race.”
“Juice, fuck that and fuck this cheating bitch! She p-”
Mase’s words are cut off by Daymir’s fist under his chin. It lands so damn hard I swear I hear something crack or crush. Mase’s body slams back on the road and something flies out of his mouth.
“Fuck! His teeth,” somebody yells.
Daymir steps right over him and crowds my space. He looks down at Mase with rage. “Watch yo’ fucking mouth, my nigga,” he warns with a menacing scowl. His expression immediately softens when he turns to face me. “You good?” he asks.
“I’m great. I won.” I smirk then smile. “And once again you save me.”
Juice nods back towards his truck and the curvy flag girl blows the bullhorn. She walks it over to him then Juice speaks into it.
“Enough of this shit tonight. Leave the damn egos off the road. We race here. That’s it; that’s all. If you can’t take losing, don’t fucking come to my starting line. Next race in ten. Who’s in?”
He hands me my cash then motions for me to move my ride. Daymir insists on moving it, so, I let him. After he just stepped behind me, I have no problem letting him drive.
A few men come over to Mase. Two help him up and another gets into his ride and drives it to the side. Then as ifnothing even happened, two more cars pull up to race, a Corvette and Mustang and I move out of the way. That’s when I spot a pretty ass wine Hellcat with dark boys on the windows. A pretty, short sistah that looks kind of familiar is leaning against it and she’s standing next to the driver of the matte blue charger. He walks off as I approach. Her Hellcat caught my attention first, naturally, but her face is making me approach her.
