It took everything in me to get my ass up. Thinking about Chevy put me in a bad headspace. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I should have left that smart mouth broad on the side of the curb. Shit wasn’t worth all the hurt that came behind it. The more I tried to convince myself, the more her face crept up into my thoughts.
The way she looked when she challenged me. The smirk she wore when she knew she pissed me off. The one that gave my dick life though, was the look of fear and desperation on her face. It was the reason I took her to Chevy’s house. She didn’t say shit, but I could see it on her face. I wanted to hug her and tell her shit was gone work itself out, and I didn’t even know her story.
I wasn’t a friendly nigga, but I wanted my dick to get real acquainted. Even though she might not fuck with men, I might could swing one threesome out her ass. Laughing at the face I knew she would make if she heard me say that, I threw my shoes on and grabbed my keys. Jumping in my truck, I drove towards the racetracks hoping this wasn’t a bad idea tonight. I haven’t missed an event since I’ve stopped racing, but after the thoughts I had about Chevy, I wondered if this was smart.
I could never bring myself to walk away from the sport all together, so I came to the races and sat in the stands. It always gave me some sense of peace. Hearing the engines and the tires burning helped clear my head. I needed racing to breathe. That shit was in me, so I could never walk away completely.
My pops hated that me and Chevy raced, but our love for cars came from him. He was the neighborhood mechanic, but he knew how to build cars from nothing. It’s where I got it from. Dodge Customs used to be a small town shop called Dan’s Auto. When my father passed, I took my winnings and turned it into the shop it is today. My name brought me business from all overthe world. People figured if the best racer of their time could work on their car, it could make them a driver like me.
On top of that, I was cold as fuck with the customs. I paid attention to details, and I actually loved what I did. Yeah, some nights the shit wore me out, but for the most part, I loved it. Pulling up to the tracks, I parked and made my way to the booth that was permanently reserved for me. It was excessive and extravagant, but I loved how my people loved me. They respected me enough to put me in the action but keeping me away from the crowds.
Sitting down, I waited to see who we had on the line today. It was a few regulars, but out of nowhere a familiar car pulled up to the line. The goosebumps on my arms rose and I could feel the visions from that night arising. As loud as it was from all the commotion out there, I could hear the engine on the Camaro growling. Just like the night I took off at the light for the last race I’ll ever have.
I was driving Chevy’s car that night because I had just finished putting the new chrome pipes on it. I wanted to test it out when everything kicked off. Even though I totaled the car that night, I rebuilt it and parked it in his garage. I didn’t want the memory of one of his prize possessions to be the way it looked after the accident. I could feel the stares from the crowds looking up at me, but I ignored them as I zoned in on the cars at the line.
The flag was dropped, and Storm took off wild and reckless. Panic began to rise, causing me to stand and yell at the night air. She couldn’t hear a word I was saying, but it pissed me off that she not only violated me by driving this car, but also that she might crash it again. Every time she hit a turn, her ass fishtailed and almost spent out. Not being able to take it, I left out the booth and made my way down to the sidelines.
By the time I took my place, they were on the last lap. My nerves were in overdrive, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I wanted her to win or because I was hoping she didn’t crash the car. I didn’t think I could mentally take that happening again. Storm was trying her best to take it, but she just didn’t have the precision to pull it off.
Her ass kept swerving every time she picked up speed. When she hit the NOS to push past them and cross the line, she hit it too soon and came in fourth. To make matters worse, Storm barely knew how to calm the car and bring it back to normal speed.
“I never thought I would see the day Dodge would let that car back on the tracks,” one of the onlookers said to another.
“Me either, but he should have kept that bitch in storage. I know Chevy turning over in his grave.” Hearing that sent my rage over the edge. Stalking over to Storm who was now standing outside of the car cursing, I snatched her ass up quick.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” The fire in her eyes let me know we didn’t need to have this fight on the tracks. It was too many onlookers, and I was embarrassed enough. She immediately began clawing at me as I dragged her back to the car and threw her in the passenger seat. Once I was inside and slammed the door, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for what I was about to do. Putting the car in drive, I took off.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but you done lost all your mind if you think you can put your hands on me. Are you stupid or are you fucking dumb?” I ignored her as I continued to focus on the road. I was trying hard as hell not to get distracted.
“Storm, I’m two seconds away from killing your ass. I helped you when your dumb ass had nowhere else to go. You would think you had some kind of common sense not to touch somebody else’s shit. On tomorrow, bring your dumb ass to the shop, pick up your raggedy ass car, and get the fuck out of myhouse.” I could feel her staring a hole in me, so I knew she was shocked. Since she wasn’t hard to read, I knew what was coming next.
“Fuck you and this cheap ass car. I’ve never lost a race in my life, but I did tonight. The grip of the tires and the suspensions is off. The dumb ass person who worked on the car is the reason I’m down twenty bands. I’ll gladly take my car to a mechanic who knows what the fuck they are doing.” My jawline was jumping like crazy. I tried my best to fight the anger that was building, while pushing down my emotions.
Storm took that as me bowing down, and she hauled off and back handed me in my mouth. Without realizing it, I reached over and wrapped my hand around her neck. She began clawing again, making me swerve. Seeing an empty construction lot, I pulled in and parked. When I turned to face her, she immediately stopped swinging. My anger didn’t allow me to let go right away, but I eventually let go after I pushed her head as hard as I could.
“You’re disrespectful and have no idea what you have done. I tried to help you, but I regret the day you walked your Young MA looking ass in my shop. Oh, and you lost because you can’t fucking drive. You have no skill and don’t belong on a track.”
“I’m not pressed about not meeting you. You might be somebody in this lil ass town, but it’s why you never left. You wouldn’t make it nowhere else. I’ve won every race I’ve ever had in one of the largest cities in the world. You think I give a fuck about what some small town participation winner say about me? The car is trash, and it has no grip and suspension like the fuck I said.” Looking her in the eyes, I threw the car back in gear. I never turned away from her as the car increased speed. I watched her expression, so I knew when I was about to hit a curve.
Timing it without turning my head, I allowed the car to go into oversteer. As soon as I could feel the rear wheels lose traction, I began counter steering. Once I controlled the throttle, the car drifted perfectly. I rode half the parking lot in a drift while never taking my eyes off Storm. When the car slowed down, and I regained control in the front wheels, I slammed on brakes. I did it with so much finesse, you couldn’t even tell the car had moved. Her body never jerked or even slightly moved.
“Now what the fuck was you saying?” She had the dumbest look on her face and there was no way she could deny my skills. “It’s not a cat out there that I don’t know how to control. Think about that when you coming at me about that lil shit.” I could tell she didn’t know if I was talking about the car or her pussy. Truth is, I was talking about both.
“Whatever, Dodge.” Smiling, I knew I won this argument for now. Driving off, I noticed my nerves had calmed. I thought me going in race mode would have me in a bad state, instead, I felt free for the first time since it happened. It’s like I felt some of the weight lifted.
“Can you teach me how to drift?” I looked at her like she was crazy.
“You gotta learn how to drive before you try to do all the fancy shit. When have you ever seen a regular mufucka drift an automatic? I’ll have to teach you how to ride the stick, and from how you look, I’m sure you’ve never seen one. Stay in your lane baby girl.” I smirked at her before running my tongue over my teeth. Storm reached over and for a second, I thought she was about to grab my dick. Instead, she stared at me as she gripped the gear shift. Seductively, she stroked it before letting a moan escape her lips. I wasn’t sure if she could see this dick rising, but this mufucka was about to turn the steering wheel.
“I’m a fast learner. Will you teach me?” The way she seductively licked her lips, I knew I had to get this girl car fixedlike yesterday. I needed her to get the fuck away from me before I do something we both regret.
5-LAVAY “STORM” TENSLEY
I just knew Dodge was about to put me out on my ass, but instead, he drove us back to the tracks. I got excited because I thought he was about to do as I asked and teach me, but this nigga wanted me to drive his truck home. When we pulled up, I sat there just staring at him. I wanted him to reach over and snatch me up like he did when I was at the race.
Yeah, he was ready to kill me, but the aggressiveness did something to my girl parts. Hell, I was from Chicago. We were used to aggressive niggas, and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized what I would be missing from home. The faint scar on his face was dancing under the track lights and all I wanted to do was bite them mufuckas while he pounded me into submission. Just thinking about it made me shudder.
“Are you going to get the fuck out?” His rude ass comment brought me out of my nasty thoughts.
