Page 24 of Born to Scar

Cam is waiting at the stop sign as we approach the end of the Snake. He nods, and I tear out of the turn, barreling toward the Cat.

The place is packed now, but Kia still has our table. I grab another chair and sit it with us. Kia’s brows pop to the top of his head as Cam sits. He extends his hand. “Kia.”

Cam grabs it and shakes. “Cam. Good to meet the pro under better circumstances.”

Kia chuckles. “She’s still saying that shit?” He shakes his head. “I haven’t been pro in years. It’s why I hang with these losers.” He elbows me in the ribs harder than he needs to.

“Fuck man,” I grimace.

“I was wondering if we’d see you back here again. As much as you stood out, I saw the way you lit up when we found out about the race. You gave them hell tonight.”

Kia and Cam make small talk until Indy pops through the door. She looks around and notices Lainy faltering at the bar.

“Hey, Lain.” Lainy’s head jerks up, and she’s in tears. “Oh, whoa. Hey, let me take this for a minute. Go take a break, girl.”

Lainy nods and rushes to the back. “Shit,” Kia mutters and hops out of his seat to follow her.

Indy sees him—usually she’d stop anyone from going back there. Kia stops, looking for permission. She jerks her head, telling him to go.

“Are they together?” Cam asks. I shrug, having no idea what they’re doing. They’ve been fucking around since the night we played pool. He hasn’t told me otherwise, but the fact that he’s not fucking a grid girl is telling.

“He’s fucking her,” Micky sings, and Cam laughs.

Mik will say what’s on his mind. It doesn’t matter what it is. My eyes meet Indy’s, and she winks, pulling a smile from my lips. Cam notices and looks back, but she is on to helping get the bar back in order.

When Lainy and Kia return, he smirks as he leads her with his hand on the small of her back. Her light skin is flushed, and it’s hard to tell if it’s from crying or if he fucked the stress from her. From the look on his face, it’s the latter.

Indy cocks her eyebrow at Lainy and lets out a soft laugh. Kia takes his seat with us. The table is quiet, looking at him as his smile grows. He shrugs with a cocky grin. “Sometimes she needs a pacifier to pacify her.” Cam is the first of us to lose his shit.

Indy comes over to our table to check on us. “Bik needs to loosen the fuck up and let us have a second bartender on race nights.” She shakes her head. “We can’t keep up with this.” She waves her hands around the overly packed bar.

Bik has been more and more absent from the bar, leaving a lot of the work to Indy. She does it with grace, but she still has to go through him for everything, and her frustration is mounting.

A smile widens across her face, and Kia meets hers with his own. “Whatever you did, it helped, Kia. I can’t thank you enough,” she teases.

“Here to help,” he sings.

“Yourself,” Micky deadpans, spinning his beer bottle. Indy barks a laugh with the rest of us.

“I’m going to help Lain close. You’re welcome to stay if you want.” She stands from the chair. Grabbing her hand, I pull her to me until she’s straddling my lap.

“What are you doing?”

“He got you at the bridge, it’s my turn,” I whisper, kissing down her neck, lightly pressing her into me.

Kia’s mouth opens, but he snaps it shut. If he wants to know, he’ll ask or figure it out.

“He didn’t get anything at the bridge, except roped into our crazy scheme.” She hums softly as I continue my attention on her neck.

She lightly presses her hips against mine before she gets up, turning to help Lainy. I groan, making Cam chuckle this time. Payback’s a bitch, I guess.

CHAPTER 12

INDY

It’s a rare Saturday that I don’t have to work. Lainy wanted the extra shift, and I needed a break. All my guys have shit to do today. I’m on my own, using the time to get some much-needed cleaning done. Since no one’s around, I’m in a crop top and a cheeky panty, while almost all of my other clothes are in the wash.

I have a playlist full of killer women-fronted bands. It’s my “Woman Who Rages” playlist, and it always brings out my inner bad bitch.