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“No, Ellie is.” I whip my head over to look at Marcello in a slight panic. He nods his head, letting me know she’s good.
“They took the Viper, and Ellie can drive the fuck out of a car.” Marcello fills me in while fucking grinning from ear to ear like he’s the one that taught her to drive.
I hear Ellie start to explain, “I was actually driving like I had some sense on the way back, and the fuck behind me was taking turn after turn right behind me. If that didn’t tell me he was tailing us, he just tried to hit us a second ago; that’s when I made Nash finally call you all.” She doesn’t sound scared at all… if anything, excitement is lining her voice. “Hold on, Big Boy, they can’t keep up with this demon of a car.”
Nash murmurs a “fuck,” and the engine is booming again. Marcello is on the phone with the security downstairs, and his other two trusted guys are already in the parking garage waiting for them. He has her tracker pulled up from her phone, and they’re about two minutes out from the garage. We grab the Glocks from his closet closest to the door and head down there. Let’shope the fucks following them are stupid enough to come into the parking garage.I’m ready.
We see everyone spread out in separate hiding spots, just in case there’s more in the car than we think. Marcello and I are right at the entrance, ready to meet them head-on.
I see the Viper come barreling into the parking garage.Goddamn, she can fucking drive.She’s slamming the brakes and pulling the E-brake simultaneously, causing the car to spin and face the entrance now. She is out of the car, pulling her Glock from the leg holster she has on her while standing behind the door for a little bit of extra protection. Nash is out doing the same but looking a hell of a lot more scared.
The SUV is a couple more seconds, and they’re turning in fast, hitting the attendant shack, and finally coming to a stop a couple of feet from the Viper. The door flies open, and I’m immediately hit with men speaking Albanian. I aim at the knee of the one whose feet just hit the ground and fire. He hits the ground instantly, clutching his already spewing knee wound.
The other one is screaming and apologizing in Albanian; Ellie can’t understand, so she follows suit and shoots the one from the passenger seat in the knee. She’s walking up to him, tormenting even further. “Oh look, matching boo-boos.” She throws her lip out, fake pouting at the man on the ground, rubbing a fake tearwith the butt of her gun.Is this the time to tell my dick it can’t get hard from this?
Rhett and Dino pick the men up off the ground after zip-tying their hands. Honestly, I don’t know why. They’re clearly not running anywhere. Marcello barks out their instructions, “Take them to the warehouse. I’ll be right behind you.”
I walk up to Nash like I would a wounded animal. “Are you okay,Djale I Bukur?” He immediately turns his head and throws up all over the ground and down the side of Marcello’s precious car.
“Not the car, Big Boy,” Ellie chuckles. There’s so much amusement in her voice. She walks over to his bent-over body and starts rubbing his back in a soothing way, whispering, “That driving was still hot, right?” He looks up, staring daggers at her. I look down, and I’ll be damned; his cock is tenting his pants out. He must be one of those guys who gets turned on by danger or adrenaline, and if that’s the case, he’s with the right crew for that kink to be brought to life. Ellie pats his back and yells out, “Let’s go, boys, we’re about to have some fun.”
Marcello whips his head around so quickly I don’t know how he didn’t snap his neck. With his eyebrow raised, he questions Ellie, “Where do you think you’re going, Ellie?”
1. CONCRETE JUNGLE - Bad Omens
Chapter 42
Nash
“I’m going too! I’m not getting in that car with her ass again, though.” I’m pointing at Ellie, and she’s just smirking. Goddamn, it takes a lot to get me car sick, but that last little bit did me in.
Z leans into me and asks, “Was that from what you just saw?”
“No, Z, it was from her driving like a fucking rally car driver! It was hot at first, but when that car was on us, she hit a new level.” Now his ass is smirking, and Marcello’s looking at Ellie like he wants to eat her alive.
Marcello declares, “I’m riding with Ellie, and you two follow behind. Nash, pick a car.” He’s stepping up to the passenger door and giving my mess a disgusted look.
I step closer to Z, and he suggests, “We can take my bike, Nash.” Does he have another one for me to ride? I don’t think now is the time for riding lessons.
“I don’t know how to ride, Z.” I’m about over not knowing how to do shit around these three.
He runs his hand down my chest. “You’ll look pretty on the back of mine.”
I think for a second, but why not keep the wild shit up for the day. “Fuck it, why not.” I’ve always wanted to learn to ride, but my dad would never let me have a bike. His stupid-ass argument was always the, “They’re dangerous, Nash. I’ve cleaned up brain matter off the road from bike wrecks” talk.
We’re standing beside Z’s R1, and he is pulling his helmet on, buckling it, and fuck if I don’t feel my dick twitching to life in my pants, again… It just went down. He grabs my helmet out of my hands while I’m too busy ogling him. “Here, let me help.”
He slides it onto my head, and I tilt my head back so he can buckle the strap under my chin. He gives it a test pull and shake, then pats the top, “You’re good to go,Djale I Bukur.” He presses a button on the side of the helmet and does the same to his.
He swings that powerful leg over the side of the bike and leans onto the tank with his ass out. Wiping the fake drool from my helmet, I compliment him, “You look good enough on your own mounting this nightmare of a bike, Z.”
Then I hear his voice through the helmet. “Get on, Nash. We’ll look even better together.” He fucking winks at me through his open visor, then slams it down withthe flick of his head. I climb on behind him, getting as comfortable as I can on this tiny fucking seat. He grabs both of my arms and wraps them around his waist, then instructs, “When we stop, put your hand on the tank to keep yourself up.”
I hear a wolf whistle and look over. It’s Ellie with Marcello’s window rolled down. She screams out, “I’m drooling. Marcello, baby, you have any napkins in here to clean me up?” I’m laughing at her antics, but she can’t see because of the full-face helmet. I flip my visor down, then Z kicks the kickstand up, and starts the bike.
With that, she speeds back out of the parking garage, Marcello looking like the most satisfied man on this planet.
“You ready,Djale I Bukur?”
