Outracing Demons (The Streets Series) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Charlie“Why the hell did you have to have this race out in the middle of fucking nowhere?” Rick roared as he slammed his door closed behind him in the Jeep and started it up.Harley, who was sitting in the passenger seat, flinched under the anger in his voice. “The last race has to be far away. I needed open road. And this is where—”“I’m so fucking done with this shit. And with cleaning blood out of my seats. For fuck’s sake, get out of my Goddamn way!” Rick slammed the heel of his hand into the middle of his steering wheel. The horn of the Jeep wailed and the people milling around on the street leapt out of the way.Mason and Laina were in the car behind us. She had wanted to ride in the Jeep with us but there wasn’t enough room. I was in the backseat with Benji who had not yet regained consciousness. Laina was freaking out and we couldn’t have her in here with us. If we needed to act fast in case something else happened, she would be in our way.Luckily Mason came to the same conc

BenjiI was warm. Really warm. And there was a steady beep coming from somewhere nearby.It took some time to open my eyes. They were incredibly heavy and the temptation to drift back off to sleep was strong.As soon as I managed to get my eyes open, I found myself staring up at a white tiled ceiling. I remembered everything that had happened. The race. The Lancer. The blood. The pain. All of it.It came raging back with a dizzying vengeance.I closed my eyes again and waited for the storm to pass. It did. Then I looked around my hospital room without turning my head. I was incredibly stiff.To the right was the door that led out into the hallway. The lights were all off so it must have been night time. At the foot of my bed was a food tray on wheels. A pale blue plastic tray sat on top of it, along with a matching water jug. A puddle of water had formed at the base and I assumed it came with ice that had melted hours ago.I continued to cast my gaze around the room until I turned my

CharlieTwo Weeks LaterIt had been two weeks since the final race of The Streets series. Two weeks since Benji’s accident, and ten days since he was released from the hospital. On a sunny warm Tuesday morning I found myself sitting by the window in a cozy coffee shop, waiting for Harley to join me with the coffee drinks she was ordering.I watched the pedestrians wander by outside and thought about how much had changed over the last six weeks. Ever since meeting Benji, my entire life had done a one-eighty. He had become my priority, whether I was aware of it happening or not, and even now he was all I thought about.Harley dropped into the seat across from me, passing me a coffee with an inch of foam on top and a pretty leaf design poured through it. I wrapped both hands around it and inhaled the rich scent of coffee and caramel.“So,” Harley said, getting comfortable and crossing one leg over the other, “how is Benji doing? Is he getting back into the swing of things?”I took a sip

RickI pulled into an angled parking spot along a concrete median. On the other side was the track, and nobody was allowed to roll onto it yet. Once every car was registered, we would pull out of our waiting spots and wait in our starting positions behind the line.All eyes were on me as I killed the ignition and the butterfly doors on the Saleen pulled upward. I stepped out, straightened my shirt, and clicked the fob in my pocket as I walked toward the registration table. I didn’t look back as the doors slid closed behind me.“Rick Thomas, Saleen S7, Twin turbo,” I said to the young woman working the registration table. She had a whole crew with her who scrambled through pamphlets, looking for my information. One of the other women at the table handed her my record, and she drew an X through my name, wrote a number on the top right corner, and slid the sheet into a binder.She smiled up at me. “Welcome to The Underground. You’ll be starting in third. Do you have any questions, Mr. Th

RickI still hadn’t gotten used to the view from my high-rise condo.Well, it wasn’t mine, per se. It was a rental place. But damn, it was fine, and it was a hell of a lot fancier than my house back in New York that had been sitting empty for six months. It was a good thing Mason was back home to check up on the place for me.With the money I’d won at the race on Saturday, I could easily afford something even nicer if I wanted. But I liked this place. I’d moved into it about four months ago after crashing at hotels while I got my foot in the door of the racing scene out here. Then, when the money started coming in and my name got bigger, I opted to really settle in and find a place that was mine.I never dreamed I’d live in a place with floor-to-ceiling windows so high above the city I wouldn’t need curtains. Or have a fireplace in my bedroom that was also part of the bathroom. I knew it was a little much, but I had come to learn that life in LA was like that.A little much.After wak