Page 115 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
I grit my teeth.
Alexei notices the expression and narrows his eyes slightly.
“I don’t care about Aspen Kelly,” I say. Lie. “What I’m interested in is his fiancée who just so happens to be one of my best friends from preschool. We go way back.” I pause briefly, crossing my arms and wondering if Alexei won’t see right through my next question. “What about his brother?”
“Does it matter? It was an off-handed comment anyway. I’ve never met him.” Alexei gestures loosely with a gloved hand. His right one, he keeps still, resting on the gear shift, the needle gleaming in the fluorescent spotlights. “But I suppose I could be convinced to race. Do you still have the money that you stole from me?” His tone is dry, but the edge of his lip lifts up in a sneer as he recalls our first encounter. Not that I know him any better now, but having observed his behavior and habits, I can see why Nisha licking her fingers and rifling through his cash mighta pissed him off.
I actually don’t have the money that I stole from him. I distributed it equally between myself and my crew. What I do have is the money I got from Aspen during our first race.
As I said, I don’t think I can use it without a guilty conscience. Rather, I can’t use it on myself. Once enough time has passed that it won’t be absurdly suspicious, I’ll give at least half to Evelyn’s family.
For now, I can use the rest to help get my revenge.
Besides, it’s not like I plan on losing.
Especially not to some rich boy.
Although the day Widow crashed the track, it was close. Not only that, but Aspen … I can’t think about him right now, not as anything but a distant obstacle to be overcome. That’s it. And when—because it’s not an if—I see him at that engagement party, I’m going to do exactly as he asked and treat him as shitty as he treated me.
“I do.” I nod my head as Nisha makes her way over to me, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. No worries here though. Pretty sure I’m done with rich boys forever. I won’t fuck this one.
“What are you up to?” she asks, peering at me like I should get my head examined.
“Alexei here is agreeing to race me. He wins, he gets ten grand. I win, he’ll take me to Lemon’s engagement party as his date.” I hold up a single finger. “Also, I want to know the answer.”
“The answer?” he queries, scowling even more now than he was before. “What answer?”
“On whether you’re a virgin or not. Just for curiosity’s sake.” I signal the grand marshal with a wave of my hand.
“Absolutely not,” Alexei sputters, as if I’ve lost my mind. Bohnes makes his way over to us, his hands tucked into the pockets of his leather pants. He’s got a sucker in his mouth—I think it’s a weed lollipop that one of the Oak Valley kids added to sweeten the pot—and as he moves up beside me, he crushes it between his teeth.
The ensuing crunching sound reminds me of my tibia shattering in the accident. I mean, I couldn’t hear it over everything else, but if you’ve ever broken a bone, you’ll understand. It’s almost like the act of the bone breaking turns into a sound that only you can hear inside your head.
Or maybe that’s just me.
“Absolutely not, what?” Bohnes breathes, leaning down to look into the car. Alexei pulls his head back, scrunching up his face with disgust. Maybe he can, like most people, sense that Kellin Bohnes is crazy. “You aren’t going to screw this one, are you?” he asks, turning to me, and I open my eyes just a little wider in warning.
If he spills the truth about me and Aspen, I will cut his balls off. Literally. I would literally do that if I got angry enough. I’ve done it once before actually. One of my girls was raped by her neighbor. She asked me not to kill him, but to teach him a lesson.
So I did.
I did it without anesthetic while he was tied to a chair and screaming. It’s the least of what he actually deserved.
Anyway, I digress.
“As if I would ever,” Alexei hisses out, and I narrow my eyes in annoyance. He’d only be so lucky to have a taste of this cunt. I tell him so.
“Listen here, rich boy, if I put this pussy on your face, you wouldn’t know what to do with it. You’d probably cream your fancy trousers and then pass out.”
Bohnes howls with laughter at that, head thrown back, the lights turning his white hair and pale skin into something ethereal, ghostly. Alexei shudders. He isn’t the only person. Only Nisha remains stoic and disinterested.
