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“I’m glad we finally agree on something.” I could make Elliot eat his winning grin right now.
He casually walks past all of them, and I have to follow. But when I’m almost out, stepping past Racer, he grabs my arm gently.
“What did you need?” he whispers as the three others go back to their normal activities.
Barbie is picking up her cake, Xi patting Logan’s shoulders as they walk through to the back.
“I had some questions about fitting a twin turbo to a van.”
“A van?”
My eyes dart to the side. “I was thinking of drag racing it. A new project to keep me busy.”
“You got a budget for that project? That shit is going to cost you at least thirty grand.”
“And it’s not even the only thing I need,” I chuckle. “It’s a really shitty GMC Vandura.”
“Fuck, Jade. Only you come up with that sort of shit.”
I shrug. “It’s fun, though. Isn’t it?”
He nods, smiling at me. “Almost makes me want to lend you the twin-turbo I have. It’s an old thing we took from a stolen car. But if someone can bring it to life, it’s the girl who put a winning race car together with no money.”
His compliment makes me look down. It’s been a while since I’ve heard something sweet about me. Not my body or how good I look while I’m being fucked, but aboutme.
Racer rips a piece of paper from a small carnet he keeps in at the back of his blue mechanic coverall. He writes down his phone number with the pencil he keeps behind his ear.
“Here. A lot of drama could have been avoided if you’d just texted me instead of showing up with your boyfriend.”
I grab the piece of paper. “Not my boyfriend.”
“You might want to mention that to the man hoping his stare is going to kill me over there. Or maybe next time at least take off the collar. That all looks like a possessiveboyfriendto me.”
I turn to see Elliot staring daggers at us from the driver’s seat of the truck. He knows his own limit. It might be complicated to get in a fight with Racer right now when a bullet went through his shoulder.
He probably could. But Racer, Logan, and Xi? Maybe not.
“Thanks, man. And congratulations on the job. I’m envious, but you deserve it,” I say. “I should get going.”
“Yeah, better.” He laughs as I jog back to the car.
“Exchanging numbers with your crush?” Elliot growls as I sit down and close the door.
Fuck, his jealousy couldn’t be more palpable if he tried. Maybe if he wrote,I’m jealouson his forehead?
“I just got us an engine for free.What didyoudo apart from almost getting us killed?”
“Collected this from the windshield before anyone saw.” He hands me a piece of paper folded between his index and middle fingers.
My blood freezes when I read what’s inside.
Did you know it takes around fifteen minutes for someone to bleed to death once their throat has been slit? Not long left for you. Tick Tock.
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JADE
Gasoline - Halsey
