“I do. I have the cash for it. Pay on the night, still?”
“Yeah. Hey, man. We heard a rumor that Val got beat up. Is that true?”
I look in the direction of the hall that leads to the rooms where Val is staying, and sigh.
“Yeah. It is true; she is here.”
“Fuck, man— she came to you? I thought you were seeing Stevie? That was the word on the street. Well, the fat mouth of Val, anyway.”
Alex, Oscar, and Carlos never liked Val. They always thought she wanted the fame and power that came with street racing. They said she was like the ‘Grid girls’ you see in racing car movies.
“I am with Stevie, sort of. Things are fucking complicated right now thanks to Val and her big mouth.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, a tension headache starting to build. “I just need to focus on fixing my car up, and getting ready for the race. Get me the details. You all racing?”
He laughs. “Fuck no. I am not racing if the great Logan-Crash-Vaughan is racing. Oscar, and Carlos will be; they want to prove that they have gotten better than you, my friend.” Now I laugh.
“Well, we will see.” I sit down on a chair and lean forward. “Hey, listen. I know you know everything, about everything to do with your races, but have you heard anything about drugs being sold at the race?”
“Fuck, man, I don’t control what people do. You have seen how crazy it can get. People are everywhere, fuck knows what is being passed around.”
I sigh. “I know, sorry.”
I hear someone call him, and he replies but it is muted.
“Listen, I have to go. The guys are calling me to help with a car we have here. As for the drugs, I will get an ear to the floor but, Logan, keep an eye on things closer to home, okay.”
“Okay.” We end the call.
Leaning back in my seat, I feel like I could sleep for three days straight.
“You good?” Keeping my eyes closed, I nod to Savage.
“Yeah. Just fucking tired, man.”
“Go have a nap, that might help. Or get some sugar and caffeine into you. Maybe jerk off; I hear orgasms help with headaches.” He chuckles.
“Yeah, maybe.”
He slaps me on the shoulder and leaves, no doubt going back out to the garage.
Needing to hear my girl’s voice, I dig out my cell phone to call her. Tapping on her name, it rings four times, before she rejects the call.
Fuck.
She will get her time. But like I told my brothers— I will give her some time but not as much as she is expecting.
Stevie Merrick is mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY
STEVIE
My feet hurt. My back hurts and my heart hurts.
When I asked Logan for some time, I never thought he would give me four days. The way he said that he would see me soon, I assumed he would be around the next day, but maybe when I declined his call that day, he thought something different.
“Do you have any plans for the next three days?” Benton asks from beside me.
We are both on the same shift, and I love working with him; he makes me laugh, so the shift goes by faster.
