Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Aurora ignored me completely over the next two days. I had sworn to Dad that I wouldn’t spend more than a week at the race circus, so my time was coming to an end. I could tell that especially Massimo was growing restless with the lifestyle. He needed a task, and he probably missed his arguments with Carlotta.
I too missed Las Vegas, mainly because of our raids. Not killing anyone in a week really gave me an itch.
Still, I had every intention to stay until the race tomorrow and try to get one more rise, and hopefully orgasm out of Aurora.
In the afternoon before race day, Massimo, Alessio and I sat on folding chairs in front of the trailer we shared. Another thing that grated on Massimo’s nerve. He preferred privacy, especially at night.
Adamo came over to our trailer. He gave Massimo and Alessio a smile before he narrowed his eyes at me. He was still pissed because of Gigimo. It was an open secret in camp that I had attacked him because of Aurora. Nobody had dared to look at her twice since then. Even Adamo’s wife Dinara had given me the nasty eye ever since the incident. “Nevio, a woman came to me today. She told me she needs to see you. It’s of utmost importance.”
“What did you do now?” Alessio asked, his black Converse propped up on the folding table in front of us. “We’re in the middle of the desert, and trouble still finds you.”
“How did she look?” I asked, not really interested in the matter. If she was a groupie wanting to have sex…well, I was out of the business of having sex with random girls. And if she was a girl from the past…hard pass from me.
Adamo gave me a look that made it clear he didn’t want to get involved in whatever went on. “Tall, dark hair, with a French accent.”
I frowned. “I can’t remember a French girl…”
“You had two French girls so far. One last year, one the year before,” Massimo said, not even looking up from his phone where he was probably reading the newest Science Weekly or whatever tickled his fucking fancy right now.
Adamo let out a long sigh. “Whenever I’m around you three, I realize why Remo was constantly pissed off at me when I was a teenager. You’re a nuisance. Any plans to return to Las Vegas. Perhaps tonight?”
Massimo gave a small shake of his head. “Technically, only I’m still a teenager, if you go strictly by the numbers and not by intellect and level of development.”
“Uncle Adamo,” I said with fake hurt. “We’re family. This is our bonding time.”
“Your version of bonding causes me too much trouble.”
I chuckled. Adamo sighed again. “The girl looked really panicky, and I think it’s urgent. So maybe you should talk with her before she disturbs the race tomorrow. I’d be really pissed if that happened. It’s an important race. We have halftime so new bets will flood us. Lots of money to be made.”
I lowered my feet from where I’d rested them on a vacant chair. “All right. Where is the mystery girl?”
“She wants to meet you at the car cemetery. She seems to share your sense of morbidity.”
“And his level of crazy if she meets with Nevio at a place where he could dump her body,” Alessio added.
Adamo gave me a hard look. “No bodies. What you did to Gigimo was enough. This is my last warning, Nevio.”
“She’ll live,” I said as I stretched out my arms. “I don’t see how she could piss me off enough to make me want to kill her.”
“You want to kill pretty much everyone,” Alessio said. “Do you need moral support?” I answered his mocking grin with my middle finger.
After a yawn and stretch, I rose from the chair, strode over to my car, and got in. I missed the comfort of my RAM. The hard suspension of the Mustang was a nuisance.
The drive to the cemetery took me thirty minutes. I tried to remember any French girls from my past, but my mind came up blank. It wasn’t surprising, though, considering I’d even forgotten my night with Rory, who overshadowed every other girl in my past.
A rental Toyota Yaris waited on the gravel parking lot next to the car graveyard. Over the years, Adamo and other racers had buried the remains of their cars in the dusty ground. Now dozens of cars emerged from the ground like dominos.
I came to a stop with my bumper facing the other car’s bumper and got out.
I could see a woman sitting behind the steering wheel. She didn’t look happy to see me. Maybe this would end in a tirade. Who knew what I’d done after I’d fucked her. It must have been bad if she hunted me down more than a year later to give me a piece of her mind. This could be fun.