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Chapter 33

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“How’s that? Pretty exciting, huh?” Stanley asked, leading her to the best spot and pointing to the cars zooming below.

Quinlyn nodded slowly,

She’d been in cars with criminals before, sometimes even hiding in the trunk just to track them. When the car sped up, it was like every bump jolted her, and her heart raced like crazy.

Seeing her eyes locked on the cars, Stanley thought she was into it. He grinned and added, “Til do a couple of laps for you so you can see how it’s really done.”

But Quinlyn shook her head firmly and said in a serious tone, “It’s too dangerous,”

She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to drive that fast without being ready for a high–speed chase.

“Don’t worry. I come here all the time. The track is super safe, Stanley assured her, clearly enjoying how worried she was. His own excitement just kept growing.

Her trust in Larry as a friend had sparked his competitive side. Now, he was determined to show her who the real pro was on

the track.

As he turned to look for Larry, he spotted him in the stands below, clearly arguing with someone.

Stanley frowned. He quickly turned back to Quinlyn and ordered, “Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”

Without another word, he dashed off, his long legs carrying him quickly across the stands.

Quinlyn, not tall enough to see what was going on, could only hear some voices. Stepping out of the stands, she walked down the corridor and leaned against the railing for a better view. Down below, she saw Larry face–to–face with a group of

guys.

There were about seven or eight men in their thirties, all rough around the edges. Tattoos peeked from under their sleeves, and their eyes screamed trouble.

“Larry, don’t do anything stupid,’ Stanley said, grabbing Larry’s arm to stop him from getting any closer. “This is your place. If you don’t want to race, no one can force you. Just get them to leave.”

say anything, the group of

is ruined. Larry’s known for taking on anyone, but it looks like he only picks easy fights, the bald guy at the front sneered, a smug grin stretching across

and he shrugged Stanley’s hand off his arm. Taking a step forward, he said, “Who are you calling a kid? Let’s race. One round

bald guy’s grin only got wider. “Alright, I admire your courage. One round it is. Let’s settle it,

eyes, “How do you

the limit. “But here’s the thing, Larry. You gotta race yourself.”

expecting that. Still, now that the challenge was on the table, he wasn’t backing down. Without hesitation, he nodded. “Fine. But

sharply and headed toward the garage,

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back. “Can’t

Face?”

grin on his face. “If something happens, it happens,” he said, shrugging. “If they want my life, they

exasperated, but then something stopped him. He remembered his younger days and how reckless he used to be lost

scanning the area. Then she saw the big guys standing by their cars, casually smoking

the one with yellow hair, smirked as he said to the bald

took a long drag from his cigarette and snorted, “Rich kids like him don’t have a clue. They’re just

yellow–haired man agreed, kicking his cigarette out. His eyes were cold, full of malice. “If he didn’t have money, his

if we could cripple him–make sure he’s useless for the rest of his life. Those damn

glanced at him, shook his head, and warned, “Keep it together. Stick to the plan. We’re supposed to push him off the guardrail on the curve. The fall from the mountain will do the job as the client told us.

yellow–haired guy mumbled,

Quinlyn stepped out from the shadows. She lingered,

time on the border, she knew the signs. She could tell who had blood

had definitely

sounded like they were

target

“Cinderella’s glass slippers. He’d insisted they were pretty, so he’d swiped his card to buy them for her.

fancy dress, one

clicked in her mind.

hardening with resolve. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small utility knife

his car revving softly