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

Their conversation is pretty brief, and Pit is right back at my side. He wraps my head in the crook of his arm and brings my forehead to his lips. I close my eyes and inhale.

I snuggle into his side and he drops his arm around my waist. I have to get him some more of that cologne for his birthday. He smells so good. I turn my face up and search his face.

He’s looking forward, giving me a view of his profile. When he turns to look at me, a smile comes to his lips. He’s such a handsome man.

“What are you looking at, half pint?” he murmurs.

“I told you to stop calling me that. I was going to offer you a sip, but you can go thirsty now.”

He snatches the cup from me and sucks down the rest right in my face. “You were saying?”

I narrow my eyes. “I hope there was a ton of backwash in there,” I grumble.

He dips his head next to my ear. “Do I seem like I care about your backwash? I spent two hours eating your pussy last night. Not to mention, I kissed your pretty little ass with my nut still in your mouth.”

“You’re nasty.” I wrinkle my nose at him.

He shrugs and looks forward again. “And I’m sure you’re wet. I’ll take care of that as soon as we win this race.” I don’t know why I’m shocked, but I stare up at him with my mouth open. He turns from looking out at the track. “Tell me you’re not.”

“I’m—”

“If it isn’t my favorite couple,” Marquis croons, cutting me off.”

“Yo,” Pit says and nods.

“Your last race was very entertaining. Were you able to get that engine fixed? You’ll need both cars this morning,” Marquis says.

“There isn’t an engine I can’t fix,” I say.

“Beautiful and smart. You are a lucky man, Pit.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Marquis laughs. “Actually, I was hoping you could do that for me. Come take a quick walk with me before the start of the race.”

I eye Marquis warily. My heart is in my throat. What if he’s figured out that Danny sent me?

I school my features, so I don’t give anything away. Pit nods at Marquis before turning to kiss my neck. “Go get in the car. If shit looks funny, you take off.”

I stare after them, not wanting to leave Pit behind. I feel like that night all over again. I always regretted not waiting with him for the police to come.

“Skittles, let’s go,” Ox says as he appears at my side. “Pit texted me to get you in the car.”

Pit

I tuck my phone back in my pocket after texting Ox to get Skittles in the car and make sure she gets out of here safe if this conversation goes south. I’m not sure what Marquis wants, but I want Skittles far away from here if I have to toss this place up. I trust no one.

“I have a problem and I would like your help,” Marquis says.

“I’m listening.”

“Your boss, Mr. Knight.”

I hold up a hand. “Let me stop you right there. I don’t have a boss. He’s an associate.”

He nods, all playfulness gone from his face. “Yes, this I’ve heard. Excuse me for the mistake.”

“Go on.”

“Mr. Knight doesn’t like me much, but I’m a wise man. I’ve been sending him gifts since my presence was made known in Vander. This has kept an understanding between us,” he says.

I grunt and nod. Blake Knight is a lot of things, but he’s not into drugs. It’s why it was so ridiculous that he sat up in jail for them.

“I don’t run drugs in his city, and he gets a sizable payment. It’s worth it to me. Vander City is quiet. Everyone there minds their own business.”

So far, he hasn’t told me anything I don’t already know. Blake was going to pound his head in when he first arrived in Vander. Those little gifts saved his life.

“My last payment was targeted by a team who were participants in this club. You see, I’m a lot like you. I know everything that goes on in my organization.

“This Eddie character showed up with his team, but he didn’t reek of money. Instead, he smelled of desperation and opportunism. I already had my men looking into him. It’s how we were prepared for him and his drivers when they tried to intercept Mr. Knight’s package,” he says.

I lift a brow because he’s finally got my attention. This is something I didn’t know. I fold my arms and look him in the eyes.

“Blake hasn’t mentioned a late or missing payment.”

“Ah, as I’ve said I’m a wise man. It was not an option for my payment not to make it. My men, however, did get overzealous. Eddie and his drivers were killed before I got answers about the person financing their operation,” he replies.

“And this is where I come in, I’m guessing.”

“Yes, I want to know who was behind this. When you brought your team in, for a moment, I thought it had been coming from you—”

“You can get the fuck out my face with that.”

He lifts a hand. “I know. You are like a son to Mr. Knight, and you have the money to play these games. You, my friend, fit the profile for these races. You and your team check out. Your beauty is a thrill seeker. Others have vouched for her.”

I snort. Check your knowledge of your organization, motherfucker.

Instead of saying the words aloud. I nod. Until I find out if it’s possible to get Shawna back without going through these races and making the final drop, I’ll be holding what I know to myself.

“When you’ve been in this business long enough you become paranoid. Maybe I’m wrong. I need you to confirm my suspicions by the last race. I’m too close to my problem. And as you said. You don’t report to Mr. Knight, so you are the perfect person to help with