The pistol was in my hand a moment later. I shoved the muzzle against Luigi’s crotch, crowding him against the side of the Camaro.
“Call her that again,” I hissed. “I dare you.”
Luigi, the crazy fucker, only smiled. “I’m happy for you.”
I dug the weapon into his nut sack. “What?”
He winced, then lifted his hands. “She’s good for you.”
That was true.
I flicked a glance into the garage.So beautiful….
Luigi shoved me off, and I holstered my weapon.
Rae was already under the hood, practically drooling over the engine. I didn’t get it. This fascination with classic cars and their engines. Sure, I liked fast cars. But I had a guy who provided me with vehicles. Fast cars, modified and modern. All of them European. I didn’t know the first thing about working on them myself.
“Want to drive it, Magnolia?” Luigi stressed her name.
My fingers itched for the pistol.
“Hell yes!” Rae opened her hand for the keys.
I stepped forward.
“Quid pro quo.” Luigi tossed her the keys. “I want to drive the Yenko.”
There was a beat of hesitation. I used it to make my move, plucking the keys from her fingers.
“Boys don’t drive Rae’s car,” I growled.
Luigi only laughed as Rae lunged for the keys. I held them out of her reach, glaring down at her.
“Nico!” she protested. “It’s a ’70 Corvette!”
I chucked the keys in my friend’s general direction. They bounced off the side of the garage.
“Che cazzo fai, Nico,” Luigi hissed as he squatted to fish them out from the pile of crap they landed in.
“You don’t drive his car, and he doesn’t touch yours,” I growled. “Ever.”
Rae narrowed her eyes. Her fingers glided possessively over the engine. “I don’tlikethe Vettes, but this car is pristine,” she pouted. “This model has the power of the late ‘60s and bridges the beauty of the ‘70s models. It’s a work of art—especially in the iconic Donnybrooke Green.”
Dio mio, she even knew the color codes.
Her car was red and white, his was green. That was as far as I cared to know. But…that was before.
The resolve settled over my mind to consume everything there was to know about these vehicles. And I was going to buy something. I just needed to text my guy to start looking for something rare. Something fast. A car to make this beautiful woman look at me with awe.
“We’ve got to go,” I snapped.
Rae closed the hood with a gentle click. “Race you for pinks?”
I frowned.
But my friend only laughed. “Not on your life. I only drive Corvettes.”
“Oh, so you’re one ofthoseguys,” she drawled.
