Pit: The A**hole Club Series Saffire Blue (top 10 most read books in the world .txt) 📖

about Roman stepping in for them, but Pit insisted.

“Your three is dirty. Avoid it. You’re going to take a left in half a mile. There’s a through and through garage there.”

Pit nods as if Rome can see him. With ease he follows the instructions. Sirens blare ahead of us, causing Pit to stop on a dime as we pull into the garage.

“Hold your position,” Rome says.

We watch as cop cars race by. When the last one passes and we can’t hear more coming, I think I’m ready to pass out.

“We good?” Pit asks.

“Good,” Rome replies.

Pit floors it. Pulling back out into traffic, he moves like a bullet.

“Get us back on course. I’m finishing this race,” he barks.

“You’re going to take a series of lefts and that’s a clean dump back to the track but make it quick. There’s a car heading back fast.”

“These Brooklyn streets have nothing on me,” Pit grunts.

And they don’t. He rips through them and gets us back to the block that turns into the track. However, straight ahead is the other car.

Pit releases another of those growls and I know he’s about to blow this engine. I close my eyes and say a prayer. We can’t lose this race. First place is what I was told I needed tonight.

Everything will be for nothing if we don’t come in first place. When Pit roars, I open my eyes just in time to see him cut in front of the other car and cross the finish line.

“Yeah,” I yell and pump my fist.

I release my seat belt and lean over to grab his face and kiss his cheek. He pulls to a stop and turns to cup the back of my head. He stares into my eyes, searching.

“You said you need to win. I’m here to win,” he says and releases me to get out of the car.

I sit staring out the windshield at the smoking front of our car. “Yeah, I know how you feel, honey. He rides my thoughts hard and leaves me wet and smoking too,” I say to the car and pat the dash.

Chapter 12

Action

Pit

I smile and take a sip from my beer. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten out there and raced like that. I’m trying not to think of how good it felt to cross the finish line with Skittles beside me.

The adrenaline from the win is still coursing through my veins. Normally I would find a pretty girl and spend the night getting my dick wet. Looking around this room, there’s only one woman I want.

Reggae plays through my suite, the chick singing about action as random people fill the place. Rhet and his team are here. They came in third tonight, good enough not to get cut.

“He knows how to have a good time,” Rome says and nods to Rhet against the wall with a tumbler in one hand, a cigar in another and some cute chick whining her hips on him as he watches her ass.

“Good for him,” I mutter and turn my gaze to Skittles.

She’s in a pair of tiny leather shorts, fishnet stockings, and ankle boots. The off the shoulder shirt she has on is cutoff at the midriff. Her hair is in a little bob that’s longer in the front, its strands dark on top but colorful underneath. It reminds me of that day I found her in Kelex’s room.

“Why watch her? Why not dance?” Rome asks.

“Your ass is usually quiet as a motherfucker. Why are you talking so much tonight?”

Rome bursts into laughter and walks off. I turn my attention back to Skittles. She’s rocking and rolling those hips, causing my jeans to tighten.

She catches my gaze on her and tosses her arms over her head. I take a sip of my beer as I watch her gyrate. She makes her way over to me and places her hands on my waist.

Lifting onto her toes, she leans into me. “Come dance with me.”

I dip my head next to her ear. “How would Kelex feel about that?”

When I look at her face, she has a confused expression. I search her face. It’s genuine confusion, which gives me pause.

“Why would I care what he thinks? He’s not my father. I’m a grown ass woman. He doesn’t pick who I get to dance with or anything else,” she says over the music. A defeated look comes over her face. “Never mind.”

She turns and crosses the room, away from me. A guy stops her halfway and leans to say something in her ear. She looks over her shoulder in my direction with a frown on her face before she turns back to him and nods.

Next thing I know she’s whining her hips with this guy hanging on to her. Kelex is one thing, but this shit has me seeing red. I’m tempted to go get my gun.

Instead, I put my beer down and walk into the bedroom and pull out my phone as I keep an eye on Skittles and this dude from the doorway. I put the phone to my ear after finding the number I need.

“What’s up?” Kelex answers.

“I need to ask you something and I need you to be straight with me,” I reply.

“O-kay.”

“When was the last time you and Skittles fucked?”

He bursts into laughter. I pull the phone from my ear and look at it. What’s so damn funny with these guys? He’s laughing as hard as Deacon does.

“In my dreams, Bro,” he says through his laughter.

“What?”

He snorts. “Pit, she’s really just a friend. I’ve been in the friendzone from day one. I had my shit going on and she was already into someone else.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, bro. I wouldn’t lie about it. I think you should talk to her.”

I stand watching Skittles on the dance floor. I can’t believe they’ve never slept together. I’ve never pursued her because I thought they had.

“You still there?” Kelex says into the phone.

“Yeah… never?”

“Dude, never. My eyes are the wrong color. She’s more into jade