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“What the fuck?”
They both yell in unison.
Shrugging my shoulders up around my ears, I forgot that I’ve never mentioned that part before. It’s clear that neither of them is cool with this, given the death glares they are exchanging. Those looks tell me that Mateo better pray he’s never left alone with either of them, because there’s no telling what they’d do to him.
“He never did anything, just made sure I knew he was watching.”
“Keeping you scared, so you’d stay in line,” Sander says matter-of-factly.
“That fucker,” Bodhi mutters to no one in particular.
“So then, why would he pay that fine for me? That makes no sense,” I say, and for the life of me can’t fathom what he may have been up to.
“I don’t know, but I’m damn sure going to ask him once we pick his ass up,” Sander tells me.
“Any closer to finding him?” I ask.
I don’t like the fact that he’s out there somewhere and no one knows where or what he’s doing.
“No, but Bodhi mentioned he may have also gotten an invitation to this big race coming up?” Sander says, looking to Bodhi for answers.
So much happened between the two of them, and I can understand why they hated me keeping everything to myself. It sucks not being in the know.
“Yeah, I reached out to a friend of ours,” Bodhi says, gesturing to me, “and he was able to pull the invites. Mateo is definitely one of them,” he says, and I’m wondering if he’s talking about Deacon.
“Great. Do you think he’ll show up?” Sander asks.
“I don’t know. What do you think?” Bodhi directs the question at me.
“He’s not the type to back out for just anything, that’s for sure, but… isn’t it Sunday?” I ask, looking back and forth between the two of them as they nod. “Well, the race was set for Friday, so it’s already happened,” I say, and the realization settles like a weight in the pit of my stomach.
That race was going to be my ticket to… well, not freedom, but at least a little of wiggle room. But now I don’t even have a car to compete with.
When Bodhi told me how bad it looked, I cried. Milo had put so much work into fixing it for me, and now it’s worse off than before.
“Actually, it got postponed,” Bodhi says.
“Wait, what?”
This is the first I’m hearing anything, but honestly, I’m not all that surprised. It’s just that these kinds of races aren’t really the type to get postponed or moved once the date and location are set.
“Yeah, Deacon said that with all the police activity out there after the accident, everyone involved voted to push it a week. So, there’s still a chance he shows up,” he says.
I lost my phone in the accident, so there wouldn’t have been a way to reach me regarding this decision. But knowing that it’s now only days away has my mind wondering in places it really shouldn’t. It’s like time rewound for me, and this is my second chance.
But that’s insane.
There is no way I can race this one. Not without a car, and not in this condition.
The guys continue talking, trying to figure out the best line of action in order to not only draw Mateo out, but get a confession from him in the process. What they aren’t seeing, though, is the delivery van pulling up in the distance.
“Hey,” I say, too quietly for anyone to hear me.
The guys continue talking, and by the pitch of their voices, it sounds like maybe a plan is coming together. But the van just turned onto the little dirt road that leads up to the house.
“Bodhi,” I say, loud enough to get his attention this time.
“What?”
