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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.”

Larry could say anything, the group of men burst

ruined. Larry’s known for taking on anyone, but it looks like he only picks

are you calling a kid? Let’s race. One

guy’s grin only got wider. “Alright, I admire your

narrowed his eyes, “How do you want

replied confidently, clearly pushing the limit. “But here’s the thing, Larry. You

on the table, he wasn’t backing down. Without hesitation, he nodded. “Fine.

toward the

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shouted angrily as he rushed to catch up grabbing Larry’s shoulder and yanking him back. “Can’t you see they’re here to cause trouble? They’re after you! What are you gonna do if something

Face?”

he said, shrugging. “If they want my life, they can come take

get exasperated, but then something stopped him. He remembered his younger days and how reckless he used to be lost and directionless. His head throbbed, the weight of the memory hitting him hand

her eyes scanning the area. Then she saw the big guys standing by their cars, casually smoking in the dim light of the

kid tell for it so easily?” one of the men, the one with yellow hair, smirked as he said to the bald man.

a long drag from his cigarette and snorted, “Rich kids like him don’t have a clue. They’re just lucky they were born into

out. His eyes were cold, full of malice. “If he didn’t have money, his illegitimate siblings wouldn’t have paid us to handle him.”

the rest of his life.

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

got it.” the yellow–haired guy mumbled, scratching his head, but he reluctantly

area that Quinlyn stepped out from the

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

guys had definitely

were hired to

time, their target

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

dress, one that was way too

something clicked in her

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

car revving softly as