Chapter 1
-Raf-
Exhaust fumes and cigarette smoke filled the night air, intoxicating in a way that never failed to get me high in its own special way. Rumbling turbo engines competed with music bass, both loud enough to be felt throughout my entire body. Energy radiated off the crowd of hundreds, thick enough to taste while electrifying the adrenaline boost surging through my veins.
I was in my own fucking Kingdom; the one I owned. The one where I was God.
Standing at the epicenter of the buzz wasalmostenough to make my cock hard. The scantily-clad women scattered throughout the sea of people had the same effect. Like the spectating guys, they weren’t here to race.Unlikethe spectating guys, those bitches were here to showcase their cleavage, and then go home with some deadbeat for a line of coke and a quick fuck to end their night on a man-made high.
I heard my name being yelled above the music and I smirked knowing Shady Sam was about to appear.Shades,as I called him, made his way over to where I stood a few steps away from the open hood of my Supra RZ. I owned multiple cars, and this one with the holographic custom paint job was my baby for the streets—she hadn’t let me down yet.
Shades was the street race orchestrator and money man. Wanted to race? You had to front up to him with the cash. If he didn’t deem you worthy, then you didn’t get a buy-in.
These meets weren’t for pimple-faced wannabes handing over their weekly allowance. They didn’t belong in this world—myworld—and I should know; I’d been running these circuits for well over a decade.
Shades stopped to appreciate a leggy brunette that thrust her tits in his face, and I cocked a lip when he murmured low-toned words against her ear—no doubt detailing a rendezvous time and place for later.
A hand landed on my ass and another on my shoulder. Two lithe bodies slid against either side of my own, and I didn’t need to look to know Stevie and Tequila had arrived. One blonde, one dark. Who was I to deny either of them? We had a thing, the three of us. One where if they showed, we rolled later.
Shades finally withdrew his hand from the woman’s ass and resumed his exaggerated swagger toward me. “How’s it hangin’, brother?”
“Good, bro. You?”
“Rollin’, ballin’, and face deep in pussy, just the way I like it.”
I shouted a laugh that barely penetrated the thumping music as I slapped my hand in his and pounded my fist on his back. Greeting complete, I stepped back and extracted a tight five-grand roll from my jeans pocket.
“Still five?” I asked with a smirk.
“You know it, brah.” Shades’ meaty fist closed around the cash and he tucked it into his inner jacket pocket, next to a snub-nosed revolver.
Slinging an arm around Tequila’s shoulders, I let Stevie please herself grinding against my back. “How many tonight?” I asked Shades.
“You’re the sixth,” he drawled, with a half-cocked grin. “Word on the street sayin’ there’s some new kid try’na break into the circuit.”
I scoffed. Good fucking luck. “He any good?”
Shades didn’t comment. Instead, he grinned with a wicked look in his dark eyes. He was hard to read at the best of times. Add that to his shady dealings, and we had ourselves the ultimate ‘go to’ guy. He’d been running the streets long before Colton and I first got addicted to the taste of nitro, speed and pussy.
Colton hit the big time not long after we’d begun to make a name for ourselves. He was one hell of a driver, I gave him that, though he had issues, a volatile temper, and a past as dark as Shades’ skin. As close as we had been as teenagers, we gradually lost touch and I hadn’t seen him since.
All these years later, I was still street racing illegally by night and fueling the devil that had a dirty thirst for the adrenaline that only came with racing. Reaching speeds of up to 100mph through the deserted suburban streets of Los Angeles, during the early hours of the morning, was a kick like no other. I thrived on that shit.Livedforit.
In contrast to the underbelly world I ride and die for, by day I was an entrepreneur;legallysourcing unicorn cars for rich idiots willing to pay whatever it took to get what they couldn’t find themselves.
“When have any of them ever been any good?” Shades asked, while casually pursuing the smorgasbord of ass on display.
Filling my palms with Tequila’s behind, I squeezed while maintaining my conversation with Shades. “I could count them all on two hands.”
“Exactly,”he replied, with a finger point.
“Well, if he doesn’t show soon, he’ll be losing the race before it’s even started.”
“He’s gon’ pussy out anyway,” Shades drawled and shrugged. He then turned to another woman in disastrously high heels. “Hey, baby, how you doin’?”
She ran a hand across his chest while sauntering past, ass hanging out the bottom of a scrap of material that wrapped around her waist.
Despite the meat buffet, I was content with my two slices. Sure, I liked to keep it non-exclusive, but I limited how many women I sank my cock into during any given period; I still, of course, had standards.