Chapter 9 #3
The reason we’re still alive is because Uncle Burt finds me amusing.
I’m batshit crazy, so all I need to do is be myself.
I am adrenaline. I am cars. I am someone who never backs down from a fight. If Jonas or Chet want to throw a punch while I’m at the track and under the watchful eyes of the mob, so be it.
That’d be a big fuckin’ mistake.
Ash catches up to me on the driveway, gesturing and speaking in the most profoundly British accent I’ve heard from him.
My sweet lil crumpet.
“Would it be advisable for me to drive my own vehicle today?” he queries, all posh and cute and alive. Sure, he had to suck some dick to keep himself that way, but he’s still breathing and that’s what matters.
“Advisable?” I ask with a little laugh. “Sure thing, Doki-Doki Boy. Want to come take a peek at the inventory with me?”
I wet my lips against the cold weather and grab Ash’s hand. The cars. The cars. I own so many fucking cars now!
We’re spinning and racing across the driveway to the massive garage that borders the opposite side of the courtyard.
The doors are unlocked when I throw them open, gasping at the shine and shimmer of vehicles under bright lights.
Ash and I stand side by side, like we’re kids for a few precious seconds there.
Doesn’t last though. I am a bit of a heathen.
I might hyperventilate. I might cum.
I’m breathing so hard, I can taste motor oil and the acrid tang of industrial cleaner.
The Bugatti is right there. It’s right there. It’s literally right there.
“I feel like I’m having an affair—an orgy affair. Don’t tell the Devil, okay?” I look past Ash to the other boys, standing in a row behind me. Bohnes and Alexei both are some disturbing mix of amused and affectionate (yuck). Widow is skeptical, like any or all of these cars could be a trap.
Ash moves forward and bends in half, peering into the driver’s side window of the Bugatti.
“You’re going to look beautiful, driving this car,” he whispers, running his hand over the roof with reverence.
“I once made a joke about sucking Alexei’s dick to have a ride in this car.
” I chuckle, feeling my nerves relax. And then I realize what I’ve just said and flick my attention over to Alexei.
He lifts a brow as he walks down the aisle of shiny hot rods, adjusting his gloves as he goes and pausing at a discolored spot on the ground.
That where he killed a guy maybe? The night Pavel died, he ended someone in this very spot.
“Don’t be shy on my account, my love. I’m quite alright.” Alexei gives Ash an odd look as he passes by and Ash returns it, inclining his chin respectfully until he realizes that I’m staring right at him, waiting for his response.
“Are you sure you’re alright, cowboy?” I ask.
Ash didn’t just have to suck Alexei off.
He was humiliated. He had to hold hot cum on his tongue.
Swallow it. I’m a straight girl and I find that shit unpleasant.
Imagine being a straight guy. Poor thing.
What’s the word in Japanese? I frown as I reach out to cup the side of Ash’s jaw.
“Kawaisou? That means ‘poor thing’, yeah?”
“It does. However, I’m no one to be pitied, Scarlett. Being here with you, that’s worthy of a celebration.” Ash seems okay. No more broken than he was when we kidnapped him. “Question, though. Do you like seeing me humiliated Scarlett? You seem…not displeased in the slightest.”
“Ya know, on my own terms, I’d…” I run my finger along the edge of his jaw, pushing some of his beautiful black hair back.
Jack the Fuckboy is a true artiste. Not only does Widow look like some viral thirst trap, Ash’s haircut is just as good.
Sharp. Slick big city urban chic. Like he just hopped on over to our neck of the woods from Tokyo. “Yeah, I’m a tiny bit into that.”
Ash grins as Widow steps up beside us, holding out the keys to the Chiron like he’s offering them to Ash. Black eyes meet gold ones as the pair of them look at each other. I put my hands on my hips as Bohnes creeps in behind me and places his hands over the tops of mine.
“Are you jealous of the pair of them? You might need to be. I think they’re in platonic love,” he teases, kissing my ear and tryin’ to distract me from P-Trip because he so doesn’t want me to go. Too bad. Today’s agenda might not be on Burt’s list of conditions, but it sure as fuck is on mine.
“Want to drive it? I’d rather take the Stingray.
” Widow says it like it’s no big deal. It is though.
It’s huge. Bohnes is almost right: they are really staring at each other, like they just met and they’re both brimming with curiosity about the other.
It’s not romantic or sexual or anything, but there’s something there.
Shared goals. Newfound respect. Effort made because this is what I want.
Friendship.
I bite my lip, gaze flicking between them.
“Thank you, Adrian.” Ash reaches out to take the keys, but Widow lifts them up a little higher. There’s a splash of playful tension there.
“Just don’t call me Adrian in public.” Widow tosses the keys over and the tension is gone in a flash.
I stand there in the gravel driveway of a literal mansion. Surrounded by woods. By girls with guns. My girls with guns. Bohnes brought over enough to arm every single person. Plenty of ammo, too. It’s like he was preparing for war. No, I’m sure he was. Is.
Is.
His foresight and planning are going to save our asses. Alexei wouldn’t have been able to stage a coup d’etat without his assistance. I still want to find a use for that tank. Blowing up the Archer Realty construction sites seems logical and rational to me.
“You’re so stubborn. If we did everything my way, the road to our happy ending would be streamlined.
” Bohnes sighs, watching Widow and Ash move over to their respective cars.
Alexei is taking his time picking a proper ride.
I can appreciate that. I’m thinkin’ maybe I’ll start choosing cars that match my outfits. Drive a new one everyday.
Again, please keep that info away from the Devil, would ya?
“I don’t want it streamlined. I want it exactly how I want it.
Quick and easy doesn’t always mean better.
” I look over at Bohnes, appreciating the size of his dark silhouette against the gray morning.
The way he turns to look at me is like an owl, a curving of that shock-white neck, peering around the edge of his hood like it’s plumage.
“You’re thinking win P-Trip because of Tricked Out Talent, huh?
” he asks, and I shrug. If I win the race—as Burt’s challenged me over and over—and I become a star inside his talent agency, a big ol’ moneymaker, then maybe he’ll let us cut our ties with the family someday.
I’ll make enough money so that Alexei won’t need to head Borisov Group for him to profit off us.
There can never come a day where we can’t pay our tithes, especially in regards to Ash. “Not a bad move, just risky.”
“That’s what you’re for,” I quip, winking at him and then sauntering off in the direction of my own car. I’m surprised to see Alexei there, arms folded, waiting for me. “What’s up? You don’t want to drive yourself?”
“If we’re together, you’re arguably safer. Killing me off two days after I reunited with the family would be a bad look.” Alexei turns and opens the driver’s side door, stepping back and indicating with his arm for me to get in. He does it all with a magical flourish, born to be a gentleman.
The car is fresh from a wash—aww, my girls are so sweet—but I can still see his fingers twitching on the edge of the door. He’ll probably change his gloves as soon as he gets in. Fine by me. The feel of latex inside my body. Yum. And his mouth. That posh mouth…ugh.
“Thanks, baby,” I say with a scrape of my teeth over my lip. Alexei looks away, almost violently, like he can’t handle that much of a tease without going apeshit. Hell yeah. I hop in and enjoy the fanfare of him closing the door for me.
Alexei folds his long, lean body into the passenger seat, knees scrunched up, looking entirely out of proportion with the inside of the tiny sports car.
He uses hand sanitizer on his gloves before he removes them and then again on his bare hands.
Fresh leather gloves are dragged over his fingers, buttoned carefully at the wrist.
I have a brief flicker of hedonism, reaching over for Alexei’s wrist. He looks back at me, trapped in the tight confines of the car. Shut away from the rest of the world. I push his hand between my legs, encouraging him to cup me.
“Relax me while I drive,” I purr, starting the car while he’s holding onto me. It feels amazing, the way his hand rubs against my swollen jean-clad pussy. “Little bit of petting never hurt anyone.”
“Except for me,” he says, voice like venom. Alexei withdraws his hand, clutching his own wrist and staring wide-eyed at the dash. “I will orgasm in my pants again and have to sit with it for the rest of the day.”
Ahh, the face he makes right there. Sexy. He’s as turned on by the idea as he is freaked-out by it.
“Exactly.” I take his hand again, driving down the windy forested drive toward McKenzie View Road. Up ahead is that vein of ice that has the audacity to call itself a river.
I literally died in that river.
I died during the witching hour. And witch I will be, something heinous and irreparable. A wild witch with four hot fucks to back up her own insanity. I press Alexei’s hand against my pussy. Even with the glove and the jeans between us, I bet he can feel the heat.
“I died, Alexei. I’m living a second life.
Touch me while I drive because I love the adrenaline.
You never know when it’s the last adventure.
I take them all very seriously.” I rock my hips against him and he cups me, so tightly and firmly that I can barely move.
Shit. It’s exactly what I was hoping he’d do.