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“It won’t change matters,” I say, but he doesn’t respond, likely disagreeing with me.
“Lay it on me. What's your plan?” he asks.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up straight and face him directly.
“There's a race next month. It's an invitation only sort of thing and worth fifty grand,” I start.
“Fifty grand? Shit, what's the buy in?” Bodhi's wide eyes stare at me with shock.
“Five grand,” I say.
“Who else is invited?” he asked, seeming to roll the idea around in his mind.
“I don't know. But it's nine other drivers from around here,” I explain.
Bodhi pauses, looking intently into my eyes, searching for an answer, but when he finds none, he asks, “Who gave you the invite?”
I watch him, worrying my finger in my lap, knowing this could potentially cause a rift to form between us.
“Mateo.”
He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Just stares, cocking his head to the side until he assumes that I must be joking, and he breaks, a smile tugging at his full pink lips.
"You're kidding right?"
I shake my head softly and answer, “No.”
His face drops, concern and what looks to be disappointment filling his expression.
“Keaton.”
“I know,” I cut him off before he can continue. “But it's a good opportunity to win some real money. To actually pay him off and get him off my back.”
“Baby, he's never going to back off. You have to know this,” his saddened expression only annoys me.
“I have to try,” I say, leaving no room for argument.
Biting down on the inside of his cheek, he scrutinizes me, noting my unwillingness to back down. He sighs, resigned to the idea.
“Are you sure it's one hundred percent legit?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say. “I called Deacon, and he looked into it.”
“And what's he think about it?” Bodhi asks.
“I don't know. I wasn't exactly asking for his opinion on it.” I arch an eyebrow at him. My need to challenge him outweighs my want to appease him.
He shakes his head in defeated amusement, a sad sort of laugh escaping on an exhale.
“Okay, okay. I get it, calm down. Where's it happening at?”
“Red Rock Heights, just past the salt quarry in Monterra,” I inform him.
Bodhi stops, an unearthly stillness settling over him. The light in his eye’s lasers in on mine, unblinking and severe.
“What?” I ask, not sure what the sudden shift in his demeanor is about.
“You're gonna race The Snake?” he asks, voice deadly calm.
