Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I don’t give two shits about any of these guys. Heck, I don’t like a single one of them, but Jeremy, he’s a piece of shit—reckless, greedy, and self-centered. I always keep my eyes on him when he’s racing. Honestly, he should be banned from them.
Fucking dick.
“Well, I’m talking to you,” Pitman says, coming around his car. “Shut the fuck up and get in your car.”
“Hey! All of you can shut the fuck up and let your engines do the talking for you,” Luke calls out.
Pitman doesn’t get far before that pussy Jeremy jumps into his car. Damn, I thought this was about to make my night worthwhile. I had my money on Pitman.
Dude’s around my height and built solid. That would’ve been some ass whipping. We start to file toward the starting line.
Like I said, I don’t trust Jeremy, so I pull up next to the new girl. I turn to look into her car and give her one of my megawatt smiles. She tips an imaginary hat at me.
Oh yeah, a chick with personality is so sexy to me. I bite my lip and wink at her. Hope there’re no hard feelings after I take her cash. The others line up, but my focus is on Gorgeous one car over.
She looks straight ahead, giving me a chance to take in her profile. Those lips are going to be fun to get to know. The car to my right revs its engine, causing me to grin and turn for our signal.
“Seth, you need some better talent, bro,” I murmur to myself and roll my eyes at the little show these two put on. “Will you drop the fucking flags already?”
Finally, they put us all out of our misery. The sound of tires squealing fills the air and clouds of smoke rise behind us. I’m filled with a charge of adrenaline.
“Woo-hoo,” I call out as I take off.
The purr of the engine beneath me matches the hammering of my heart. I love this shit. For now, we’re all riding easy.
I turn up my music, tasting victory on its way. Two cars drop back while the rest of us pull forward. I’m a showman. I like my wins to look good.
I back off the gas a bit before I go for it. That’s how I see the shit Jeremy gets ready to pull. He swerves right for the girl’s car when she pulls up on Pitman’s ass.
I don’t know what makes me do it, but I smash my foot on the gas. My car darts between Jeremy’s and the pink-and-black Aston Martin. I stop breathing when he slams into my driver’s side door and my car flips into the air.
“Holy shit.”
The sound of my car hitting the asphalt once jars me from my shock as the windows blow out and glass flies everywhere. However, the car flips again and again, landing the third time on its head. It happens so fast, yet somehow in slow motion.
I’m dazed as I look out of the smashed windshield. I can see the pink-and-black car facing in one direction with the back dented in. The front of Jeremy’s black car is facing the other way and it’s smashed in completely. It catches on fire right in front of my eyes.
He’s a few yards away, but I still don’t want to be near if it blows. It’s going to blow. I can feel it.
I go to release my seat belt, but I can’t move my left arm. That’s when the pain in my body starts to register. My right leg is throbbing with blinding pain. I look down at my arm and it’s totally fucked. Twisted at an odd angle.
I fight not to pass out as my body starts to tremble. I try to release the belt with my right hand, but something feels off with that arm too. I can move it, but something’s not right.
I jump as the door beside me whines in protest. Someone on the other side is tugging to get it open. When it opens, the pretty chick fits her body into the overturned car. Blood is dripping from her forehead.
“I’m going to get you out of here. I saw him coming. Fucking jerk. I can’t believe you did that for me. Oh God. I have to get you out,” she says.
I start to smell smoke. It’s too near for me to pretend it’s not coming from my car. “Go, get out of here.”
“No, I have to help you.”
“Get back,” someone outside the car demands.
She bites her lip as tears well, but she backs out of the car. I close my eyes. I’m going to die in here for some pussy I’ll never have. What the fuck was I thinking?
Determined not to die like this, I open my eyes and start for the seat belt again. Suddenly, the smoke turns into flames. I’m on fire. My leg is on fire.