Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
My mouth twitches to respond but isn’t given the chance.
“But I didn’t.” Anger swiftly replaces anguish. “I haven’t.” He struggles to banish the tears in his voice. “And I won’t.” The Kid chucks the stick off into the distance towards her grave. “I’m just one…fucking…disappointment…I’m glad she doesn’t have to see.”
Swallowing my outrage is difficult yet necessary. At least for now. “Was um…Enzo a disappointment when his family business collapsed allowing him to search for a job in cars?”
“No, but-”
“Was he a disappointment when he retired and started a racing team of the best fucking drivers he could?”
“No, but-”
“Then he was a disappointment when he started selling sports cars to fund his racing dreams, right?”
“That’s not-”
“You must mean he was a disappointment when he decided to support a new car mag that featured car sports in a better way.”
“He wasn’t a disappointment!”
“And neither are you, Kid.” Kipp’s face instantly whips in my direction, clearly ready to fight and lash out and scream only to be met with a stoic expression. “You think just because you didn’t grow up to be what you thought you would means you haven’t done shit that matters?” His eyes attempt to dart away forcing mine to swivel to keep them hostage. “You’re naïve, not stupid.”
The Kid’s jaw slightly lowers.
“You had a great mom, Kipp. The type of mom who wouldn’t give a fuck if you won a Grand Prix or the Grandest pig at the local fair as long as you were happy. As long as you were doing something you gave a shit about.”
His brow crinkles in an almost objective nature.
“That’s why she stood at your door cheering you on in your racecar jammies, chasing your racecar dreams. Because she wanted you to know she would always be there to support you. And her death didn’t change that.” This time I creep closer. Move so that my hip is resting against his. “She’d still want you doin’ whatever it is that makes you fuckin’ happy, not wallowin’ at her grave about some life you didn’t live or some shit that you couldn’t necessarily prevent even if you had lived that other life.”
Seeing his jaw tremble only pushes me more to continue.
“This shit,” my chin kicks the direction of her grave, “wasn’t your fault. It didn’t happen because you somehow fucked up in life by not chasing those horsepower dreams and now the Car Gods are unleashing their wrath. Your mom’s grave gettin’ trashed was because some psycho whose mommy probably should’ve told him no more often is pissed off, you’re protecting someone who needs help. That you’re man enough to make sacrifices to guard the woman you love no matter the cost. And your mother would never be disappointed that her son was willin’ to do whatever it took to keep his family safe.”
The tears that had halted on the brims of his lids silently fall over.
“She might not love you fuckin’ a gearhead old enough to be your dad but…” I playfully cringe to end the sentence.
Chuckles bounces his frame between sniffles. “Being with you makes me happy.”
“Being with me makes you horny.”
Louder laughs leave us both before he wipes away the fallen tears. “That too.”
“That first.”
More snickers escape prior to him resting his head warmly against my shoulder. “We’re gonna kill him together, right?”
“Absolutely.” I wind an arm protectively around his shoulder. “And once he’s dead, if you wanna chase your dream of being an F1 driver, we’ll sell the businesses and move to wherever you wanna move to get your start, Kid. Cali. Indy. The Motor City. You name it. We’ll go. Doubt Rabbit would object. And if for some reason she did…I’d fuck her into it.”
He instantly lifts his head to beam up at me. “You’d really do that for me?”
“Fuck our girlfriend into submission? Of course. I’m an incredible boyfriend.”
“The other part.” Another round of chuckles hits my ears. “The…uprooting your whole life for me thing. You’d do that?”
“I’d do anything for you, Kid.”
Kipp presses his lips firmly against mine, and there’s no stopping mine from pushing back.
Parting his.
Sliding my tongue inside to echo the very sentiment I spoke.
One stroke naturally shifts to two and two gets groans growing in my chest.
Shaking my frame.
Commanding my other hand to possessively cradle his face to prevent doubt from even thinking about entering his mind.
The Kid suddenly pulls back to airily proclaim, “I’m thinkin’ maybe we finish this at home, Sir.”
“I think not defiling you in front of your mom’s ghost is a good call.” New bursts of laughter bounce between us. “Why don’t we get goin’? Your tongue can do few warmup laps in the truck.”
Hungry chortles are followed by us rising to our feet and turning in the direction of my truck.
Unfortunately, the second it’s in sight, someone else isn’t.
“Where the fuck is Rabbit?!” I promptly panic, frame preparing to launch forward through the wooded area.