Aflame
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My eyes widened, while Madoc and Jax laughed, feigning insult. “Ohhhh.”
Madoc nudged my arm. “They’re talking shit, Jared,” he egged me on, and I bit back the smile as I felt the rush in my muscles.
Stepping out of the car—since the street was dead anyway—I walked to Tate’s car and leaned down to Fallon’s window.
“Is that a challenge?” I asked Tate.
She shook her head, trying to brush me off. “I wouldn’t waste my time,” she taunted. “I’ve already beaten you once.”
I smiled, arching an eyebrow. “Have you?” I jabbed back, insinuating that I’d let her win our one and only race four years ago.
Her face fell, turning stern with pursed lips, as she focused back on the road, revving the engine.
I walked back to my car, laughing under my breath. “Put on your seat belts,” I ordered Madoc and Jax as I climbed in and buckled up myself.
Madoc quickly grabbed for his seat belt, his breath shaky with amusement. I revved the engine, seeing Tate eye me as she did the same. I loved the look of mischief on her face.
“Guys,” Jax inched out. “The cops look the other way for like five minutes on Saturday nights when my crew does this, but—”
“You have your seat belt on?” Madoc interrupted, yelling through my window to Fallon. “Get it on!” he ordered his wife.
“You, too.” I heard Jax shout and turned to see Juliet saluting him. “Shit,” he cursed behind me, and I knew he hated what was about to happen.
Madoc tuned the iPod to Mötley Crüe’s “Girls, Girls, Girls,” and I looked at him.
He shrugged, looking innocent. “Don’t look at me. It’s on your iPod, man.”
I rolled my eyes, not willing to explain that I wasn’t the one loading music onto it. Pasha liked to mess with me. Every once in a while, a Britney Spears or Lady Gaga song wound up tucked between a Slipknot and a Korn song.
Regardless, I jacked up the volume and turned down the air-conditioning. The heat outside kept me irritable and alert. A lesson I’d learned over the past two years.
I heard “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin spilling out of Tate’s speakers, and I looked over, shaking my head and unable to hide the smile.
“You ready?” I shouted.
“You sure?” she shot back.
Little . . . Did she forget that I did this for a living?
“Right on Main, go through two stop lights,” I dared her, “and the first one back to the houses wins,” I told her.
Without hesitation, she nodded.
“Ready!” Madoc shouted, and Tate and I both revved our engines again and again, looking at each other, my foot getting heavier by the second.
“Set!” Madoc called again, and Fallon’s excitement overcame her as her arm smacked the outside of her door over and over again.
Tate met my eyes, and then we both turned back to the road, ready.
“Go!” Madoc roared, and all hell broke loose.
“Shit!” I hissed.
Tate and I shot off, but she must’ve been sitting in second gear, because she didn’t hesitate to pick up speed as she shot forward and then cut right in front of me, just in time to miss the pickup truck that sat at the stop sign ahead of us.
“I told you she was good,” Jax said matter-of-factly, but I ignored him.
Slamming down into second and then up into third, I punched the gas, swerving to the left, now that she’d taken my lane, and sped up beside her.
Madoc held on to the handle above the door, glancing over at them anxiously. I shifted down into fourth, inching ahead and thankful for the deserted street.
“Jared, get over in the other lane,” Jax advised.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” I barked, pushing the gas until I’d gotten up to sixth.
Looking ahead, I spotted a white sedan headed our way, and my heart lodged in my throat, seeing it in my line of driving.
My neck craned to see Tate, a flash of fire in her eyes, and she shook her head at me, telling me not to even try it.
“Jared,” Jax warned as Madoc held on.
I floored it, staying head to head with Tate.
“Jared!” Jax yelled, and I heard the white sedan honking frantically.
Tate’s scared eyes flashed to mine, and I smiled. Twisting the wheel, the muscles aching in my arms, I put the front and back driver’s side tires on the curb, feeling the car bottom out before I got the angle I needed.
“Goddamn it!” Jax cursed, and Madoc laughed.
The white car zoomed between Tate’s and my rides, still honking. I looked over, seeing Tate turning her head nervously to look behind her, so I took my shot.
Powering ahead, I picked up ten more miles per hour and jerked the wheel to the right, into her lane with just enough space to cut her off.
“Whoo!” Madoc roared, and I caught sight of Jax in my rearview mirror with his head back, hands over his eyes.
I shook my head and tipped my chin down, focusing in on the road ahead. Luckily, this street didn’t allow curb parking, so there was plenty of room and no vehicles hiding pedestrians.
Coming up on Main, I braked, spinning the wheel to the right and shifting down to reduce the car’s speed.
“Go, go!” Madoc shouted as I heard Tate’s tires screech behind me.
I glanced in my rearview mirror and noticed that she spun out, but she recovered almost as quickly.
“Everyone keep your eyes open,” I gritted out. “There’s going to be a shitload of people up here.”
Madoc nudged my arm. “They’re talking shit, Jared,” he egged me on, and I bit back the smile as I felt the rush in my muscles.
Stepping out of the car—since the street was dead anyway—I walked to Tate’s car and leaned down to Fallon’s window.
“Is that a challenge?” I asked Tate.
She shook her head, trying to brush me off. “I wouldn’t waste my time,” she taunted. “I’ve already beaten you once.”
I smiled, arching an eyebrow. “Have you?” I jabbed back, insinuating that I’d let her win our one and only race four years ago.
Her face fell, turning stern with pursed lips, as she focused back on the road, revving the engine.
I walked back to my car, laughing under my breath. “Put on your seat belts,” I ordered Madoc and Jax as I climbed in and buckled up myself.
Madoc quickly grabbed for his seat belt, his breath shaky with amusement. I revved the engine, seeing Tate eye me as she did the same. I loved the look of mischief on her face.
“Guys,” Jax inched out. “The cops look the other way for like five minutes on Saturday nights when my crew does this, but—”
“You have your seat belt on?” Madoc interrupted, yelling through my window to Fallon. “Get it on!” he ordered his wife.
“You, too.” I heard Jax shout and turned to see Juliet saluting him. “Shit,” he cursed behind me, and I knew he hated what was about to happen.
Madoc tuned the iPod to Mötley Crüe’s “Girls, Girls, Girls,” and I looked at him.
He shrugged, looking innocent. “Don’t look at me. It’s on your iPod, man.”
I rolled my eyes, not willing to explain that I wasn’t the one loading music onto it. Pasha liked to mess with me. Every once in a while, a Britney Spears or Lady Gaga song wound up tucked between a Slipknot and a Korn song.
Regardless, I jacked up the volume and turned down the air-conditioning. The heat outside kept me irritable and alert. A lesson I’d learned over the past two years.
I heard “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin spilling out of Tate’s speakers, and I looked over, shaking my head and unable to hide the smile.
“You ready?” I shouted.
“You sure?” she shot back.
Little . . . Did she forget that I did this for a living?
“Right on Main, go through two stop lights,” I dared her, “and the first one back to the houses wins,” I told her.
Without hesitation, she nodded.
“Ready!” Madoc shouted, and Tate and I both revved our engines again and again, looking at each other, my foot getting heavier by the second.
“Set!” Madoc called again, and Fallon’s excitement overcame her as her arm smacked the outside of her door over and over again.
Tate met my eyes, and then we both turned back to the road, ready.
“Go!” Madoc roared, and all hell broke loose.
“Shit!” I hissed.
Tate and I shot off, but she must’ve been sitting in second gear, because she didn’t hesitate to pick up speed as she shot forward and then cut right in front of me, just in time to miss the pickup truck that sat at the stop sign ahead of us.
“I told you she was good,” Jax said matter-of-factly, but I ignored him.
Slamming down into second and then up into third, I punched the gas, swerving to the left, now that she’d taken my lane, and sped up beside her.
Madoc held on to the handle above the door, glancing over at them anxiously. I shifted down into fourth, inching ahead and thankful for the deserted street.
“Jared, get over in the other lane,” Jax advised.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” I barked, pushing the gas until I’d gotten up to sixth.
Looking ahead, I spotted a white sedan headed our way, and my heart lodged in my throat, seeing it in my line of driving.
My neck craned to see Tate, a flash of fire in her eyes, and she shook her head at me, telling me not to even try it.
“Jared,” Jax warned as Madoc held on.
I floored it, staying head to head with Tate.
“Jared!” Jax yelled, and I heard the white sedan honking frantically.
Tate’s scared eyes flashed to mine, and I smiled. Twisting the wheel, the muscles aching in my arms, I put the front and back driver’s side tires on the curb, feeling the car bottom out before I got the angle I needed.
“Goddamn it!” Jax cursed, and Madoc laughed.
The white car zoomed between Tate’s and my rides, still honking. I looked over, seeing Tate turning her head nervously to look behind her, so I took my shot.
Powering ahead, I picked up ten more miles per hour and jerked the wheel to the right, into her lane with just enough space to cut her off.
“Whoo!” Madoc roared, and I caught sight of Jax in my rearview mirror with his head back, hands over his eyes.
I shook my head and tipped my chin down, focusing in on the road ahead. Luckily, this street didn’t allow curb parking, so there was plenty of room and no vehicles hiding pedestrians.
Coming up on Main, I braked, spinning the wheel to the right and shifting down to reduce the car’s speed.
“Go, go!” Madoc shouted as I heard Tate’s tires screech behind me.
I glanced in my rearview mirror and noticed that she spun out, but she recovered almost as quickly.
“Everyone keep your eyes open,” I gritted out. “There’s going to be a shitload of people up here.”
