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As expected.From the minute he walked through that door, my gut told me trouble. Maybe I’d been gifted in the womb, but my instincts failed zero to one percent of the time. Rafayel Yezhov was always right.That groan of his meant more trouble to deal with.Already riled up and fucking irritated with the Jabril and Italian mafia shit going on, it was a battle suppressing the urgeto whack my dumb cousin across the head with the butt of my gun.If it wasn’t already clear, I didn’t like the kid very much. When he turned eighteen, he nixed his formal initiation as a Yezhov into the Bratva to pursue his passion for racing.Racing.What I thought started out as a raving madness of youthful exuberance turned out to be more than just a fucking joke, and to worsen the matter, ruining his reputation and dragging his name through the fucking soil, his progress chart recorded more losses than wins.For years, he maintained his distance, focused on his cars and failures, and only came running when

Poor imitations ofMen in Black, if you asked me. One by one, they formed a wide circle around my car and aimed their guns high enough to tell me they weren’t playing and meant business.A set-up and an ambush. Perfectly thought out and crafted, and surprise, surprise: Ivan Yezhov was the mastermind.He stepped out of his car and strutted with raised broad shoulders into my headlights. Standing at the forefront with one hand on his hip, his men lined up behind him.Maybe I’d underestimated the weasel. I had to give it to him; this plot was well-played, and I didn’t see it coming.I stuck my head out through the window. “I told you already, I’m done giving autographs. Go home, loser.”The irritation on his face formed a deeper scowl. “Get out of the fucking car, Leo. Unless you’re a coward.”Coward?Did he just insinuate thatIwas a coward?I grinded my teeth hard, struggling to keep calm. He had the nerve to stand there and think he could order me around.I pushed my door open, marching

Those extra details shouldn’t have concerned me. Like the mole on the right corner below her lip or the frequent scrunch between her brows, indicating how much she disapproved of being detained by me. She was a woman and should have beenjustanother woman to me. Another pretty thing with beautiful eyes and something tasty beneath the skirt, or in her case, black leggings.But this one was clearly different, more feisty, extremely insufferable, and it was inevitable…. I was still calling spades, spades—she intrigued me.“I heard you won the championship.”She nibbled on the inside of her cheek and tapped her feet, obviously distracted by more thoughts in her mind than the conversation we were having.“What a surprise there. I wonder how the news got to you.”“Go figure, Daddy’s princess. You’re famous now. That means you’re on the news.”Her laughter was short and empty, and the look in her eyes was glacial when they met mine. “Silly me. For a minute there, I thought your idiot messenge

Super brilliant, Leo.That had to be the stupidest plan I had ever come up with in my life.With nothing else to do but hope Papa was able to locate me before he received Rafayel’s present, I slewed a string of curses at every creature that could hear me within and outside those walls before biting back hot, stinging tears as I shut my eyes.****I didn’t know how long I was out, but a rattle of keys and the sound of the door unclicking jolted me awake from a very uncomfortable sleep. Napping with your head hanging off one side of an iron chair was the worst way to take a rest.I flexed my shoulders and rolled my neck when heavy footsteps approached. At first, I thought it was the crazy Russian with a cynical smile and shiny businessman shoes. Maybe he’d forgotten to make my life more miserable with taunting remarks. But when this stranger in a black leather jacket and pants stepped under the light, I frowned deeper at the unfamiliar grin on his face.“Pleased to make your acquaintanc

Three weeks ago, after the Russians graciously released me, I’d gone back to my apartment to cool off and snuck time in with Gavin for more practice.Maybe it was the shitty experience with Ivan and his household, but I had never felt more exhilarated and focused on the track. With more practice racing under my belt than ever before, I dedicated those weeks to honing my skills and, with Gavin’s encouragement, built a higher level of confidence that allowed me to push myself to new limits. Every lap, every turn, and every straightaway had felt more intuitive, more precise.I pushed hard, relearned and mastered the subtleties of braking, acceleration, and cornering, and my instincts had become razor-sharp. There was something about the rush of adrenaline that was addictive, and every time I strapped in my seat belt, it felt like I was in my element, completely at one with the track.The fun lasted until it didn’t, and I had to emerge from the four walls of my apartment to ride to the tu