Ace is by my side the next time I blink. “You okay?”
I swallow and nod. “My cheek is throbbing, but it won’t hurt too badly until my adrenaline wears off.”
“You could’ve wrecked, had that asshole hit you off to the side, and you spun out.”
“I know. I was so pissed I couldn’t stop myself.”
He nods. “I figured.” Our gazes lock on the rear of my Charger. “At least the car’s good.” He’s right, there’s paint on the bumper, but it’ll buff off.
“I love old cars,” I sigh in relief. I would’ve been even madder had it been dented up.
“Me too,” he agrees. “What are you going to do with him?” He gestures to the guy on the ground.
“Someone drag him out back and drive his car out too.”
“You want him banned?”
I nod. Whoever drives his car outside will spray paint “banned” across both sides of his car. He’ll be pissed, but he’s lucky I let him keep his car after breaking the rules. I should be a real bitch and send it to a chop shop.
I make my way to a panting Mercenary. My palm finds his cheek, his crazed gaze finding mine. “You okay, big guy?” I swear he grows an extra foot taller and wider when he gets into a fight. He was massive the last time the Iron Fists came to my office too.
“I’d be better if you’d listened to me and parked the damn car.”
I roll my eyes and Odin interrupts us. “Prez wants you at the club, right now.”
“I’m racing next,” Mercenary argues.
Odin shakes his head. “Forget the race. Head back before more shit hits the fan.”
“You told him I was in the car with Chevelle?” His brow furrows.
“I had to; he told me if you tried to stop her from racing to call him immediately.”
“Fuck!”
We’ve caused a big enough scene; I can’t do more drama without losing business. Last week it was a bomb, this week a near wreck, and then an all-out brawl. We need to get out of here so the others can race.
“Hey, Titus,” I call to one of the workers on the track. “Park my Charger in his spot, please.”
“Okay, boss.” The kid nods and hops into my car eagerly.
“Let’s go to the club, Mercenary.”
“No, I’m racing and staying here to keep you safe.”
“Fine.” I shrug and start walking to my other cars. “Then I’ll go by myself and tell Viking all about tonight,” I threaten and quicken my steps.
“You’re a fucking tattle tale now? Is that how you’re going to play this?” I hear him behind me, his voice getting closer. I know he’s chasing me down, his fast stride easily catching up.
I hop in my Chevelle and push my door lock down. He watches me on my side and with a huff, rounds to the passenger side, sliding in and slamming my door.
“I hit that fucker back there because he touched you! None of it would’ve happened if you’d listened to me, damn it!” he grumbles, and I start the Chevelle, heading for the bay in the back. Ace will take care of everything here for the time being.