her. Tears run down her face leaving a trail of black mascara and eyeliner. I’ve always felt like she wears too much makeup. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Seriously?” She screeches. “You’re a jackass, Dash!” she cries. “You shouldn’t have run. Now we’re getting arrested.” She drops her head but keeps her arms raised. “My parents are going to kill me,” she adds, and I roll my eyes. She never has been much of a risk-taker. Or an adrenaline junkie like myself. Why did I once date her? How is that saying? Opposites attract. Maybe I was just attracted to her big ass fake tits.
“We got him.”
I spin my head back around to look at the officer who is walking to me as he speaks into his radio that’s connected to his uniform.
“Yes sir,” he responds to the person on the other end of it.
He reaches for my raised arms and yanks me toward him before he shoves me forward. He then grabs the back of my neck roughly and throws the front of my body over the back of his cop car. “Fuck!” I mutter under my breath from his force.
He yanks my arms behind my back and proceeds to place me in handcuffs as he reads me my rights. He doesn’t need to inform me of them though. I’ve been in this situation before. Hell, I’ve totaled a car and two bikes in my twenty-two years. And have had my license revoked a handful of times. I always get out of it though. Money talks. And that is one thing that I have plenty of.
CHAPTER TWO
DASH
I stand in a jail cell with my hands still cuffed behind my back as I look around. “Where is the girl who was with me?” I ask the officer who sits behind the only desk down here eating a Twinkie with his coffee. They placed us in separate cop cars when they hauled us in. I was immediately thrown into a cell alone, but I don’t know where she was taken to.
He looks up at me for a few seconds with his brown eyes before he turns his attention back to his afternoon snack, ignoring me.
I huff as I sit down on the hard bench. I try rolling my shoulders but can’t due to the cuffs. “Isn’t this illegal?” I ask, referring to the cuffs.
“Let’s talk about illegal…” a man’s voice I don’t recognize says.
I look up and just then a man comes around the corner of the cell into view. His silver hair is combed back and his dark brown eyes almost look black but the smile on his face is friendly and my eyes widen.
I know exactly who this man is. He’s Mr. Knight. He used to be one of the world’s biggest Formula One race car drivers. He retired and started his own racing team.
“I’m sorry?” I question, confused as to what he’s doing here and what he means by let’s talk about illegal ?
His eyes drop down to the papers sitting in his hands. “Erik Dashling.” He says my name with a smirk as he skims over the information on it. “Seems you have a need to break the law, son. Wanna explain to me why you were clocked by an officer doing a hundred and thirty on the interstate today?”
One thirty? That’s all? My 1,000 will do every bit of two hundred. Easily! But I also had a passenger who I needed to think about. “It was a nice day for a ride,” I decide to say with a smile.
He lets out a chuckle at my sarcasm. “Yes, I guess it was.” He places the papers behind his back and straightens his stance in front of my jail cell. “I’ve been watching you for a while,” he announces, and my eyebrows shoot up. “And I have come to a decision.”
“A decision?” I ask standing up from my bench.
He nods. He then lifts a hand and the officer behind his desk drops his Twinkie and jumps up. He walks over to the cell and opens it up. I stay grounded to my spot wondering what the hell is going on when the cop finally walks over to me. He spins me around and undoes my cuffs.
I rub my sore wrists as I turn back around to face them both.
“I’m giving you a spot on my team,” Mr. Knight says with a friendly smile.
I look between the two of them
“Seriously?” She screeches. “You’re a jackass, Dash!” she cries. “You shouldn’t have run. Now we’re getting arrested.” She drops her head but keeps her arms raised. “My parents are going to kill me,” she adds, and I roll my eyes. She never has been much of a risk-taker. Or an adrenaline junkie like myself. Why did I once date her? How is that saying? Opposites attract. Maybe I was just attracted to her big ass fake tits.
“We got him.”
I spin my head back around to look at the officer who is walking to me as he speaks into his radio that’s connected to his uniform.
“Yes sir,” he responds to the person on the other end of it.
He reaches for my raised arms and yanks me toward him before he shoves me forward. He then grabs the back of my neck roughly and throws the front of my body over the back of his cop car. “Fuck!” I mutter under my breath from his force.
He yanks my arms behind my back and proceeds to place me in handcuffs as he reads me my rights. He doesn’t need to inform me of them though. I’ve been in this situation before. Hell, I’ve totaled a car and two bikes in my twenty-two years. And have had my license revoked a handful of times. I always get out of it though. Money talks. And that is one thing that I have plenty of.
CHAPTER TWO
DASH
I stand in a jail cell with my hands still cuffed behind my back as I look around. “Where is the girl who was with me?” I ask the officer who sits behind the only desk down here eating a Twinkie with his coffee. They placed us in separate cop cars when they hauled us in. I was immediately thrown into a cell alone, but I don’t know where she was taken to.
He looks up at me for a few seconds with his brown eyes before he turns his attention back to his afternoon snack, ignoring me.
I huff as I sit down on the hard bench. I try rolling my shoulders but can’t due to the cuffs. “Isn’t this illegal?” I ask, referring to the cuffs.
“Let’s talk about illegal…” a man’s voice I don’t recognize says.
I look up and just then a man comes around the corner of the cell into view. His silver hair is combed back and his dark brown eyes almost look black but the smile on his face is friendly and my eyes widen.
I know exactly who this man is. He’s Mr. Knight. He used to be one of the world’s biggest Formula One race car drivers. He retired and started his own racing team.
“I’m sorry?” I question, confused as to what he’s doing here and what he means by let’s talk about illegal ?
His eyes drop down to the papers sitting in his hands. “Erik Dashling.” He says my name with a smirk as he skims over the information on it. “Seems you have a need to break the law, son. Wanna explain to me why you were clocked by an officer doing a hundred and thirty on the interstate today?”
One thirty? That’s all? My 1,000 will do every bit of two hundred. Easily! But I also had a passenger who I needed to think about. “It was a nice day for a ride,” I decide to say with a smile.
He lets out a chuckle at my sarcasm. “Yes, I guess it was.” He places the papers behind his back and straightens his stance in front of my jail cell. “I’ve been watching you for a while,” he announces, and my eyebrows shoot up. “And I have come to a decision.”
“A decision?” I ask standing up from my bench.
He nods. He then lifts a hand and the officer behind his desk drops his Twinkie and jumps up. He walks over to the cell and opens it up. I stay grounded to my spot wondering what the hell is going on when the cop finally walks over to me. He spins me around and undoes my cuffs.
I rub my sore wrists as I turn back around to face them both.
“I’m giving you a spot on my team,” Mr. Knight says with a friendly smile.
I look between the two of them
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