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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.”

could say anything, the group of men burst into

reputation is ruined. Larry’s known for taking on anyone, but it looks like he only picks easy fights, the

and he shrugged Stanley’s hand off his arm. Taking a step forward, he said, “Who are you calling a

only got wider. “Alright, I admire your courage. One round

eyes, “How do

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

challenge was on the table, he wasn’t backing down. Without hesitation, he nodded. “Fine. But if you can’t pay up when you lose, don’t think you’ll leave here without a lesson learned.”

sharply and headed toward the garage, ready to gather

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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?”

same careless grin on his face. “If something happens, it happens,” he said, shrugging.

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

from the bleachers, her eyes scanning the area. Then she saw the big guys

one of the men, the one with yellow hair, smirked as he said to the bald man. Looks like taking him out will be a piece

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

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

the rest of his life. Those damn rich people deserve it,”

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

yellow–haired guy mumbled, scratching his head, but he reluctantly

that Quinlyn stepped out from the shadows. She lingered, watching them leave with a quiet

the signs.

had definitely killed

they were hired to do it.

target

her new shoes, the ones Larry had commented on, calling them “Cinderella’s glass slippers. He’d

a fancy dress, one

clicked in

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled

to the starting line, his car revving softly as he lined up alongside a row of professional