Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Marina

While some of the guys are pushing the benches aside, I and the girls are helping to set up improvised tables. We take the plastic cups out of the boxes and put on the bottles, that Sergio had brought in advance. He's got everything in there. Brandy, whiskey, even vodka and juice. It seems there will be a pilgrimage on all fours from here to the city by morning today. Alcohol isn't very expensive, but that's not surprising. They don't usually splurge on such parties.

I pour myself a glass of brandy and take a few sips. My throat burns, and the hot liquid flows smoothly into my stomach. I have to control myself and not drink too much, because tomorrow I'm being asked to help out at the clinic.

"Come here, girl!" Comes from behind me in a rather rude tone. And then suddenly someone's fingers wrap around my elbow and pull me to the side.

I turn around and see Dan. He's looks angry. And I know why – because I left my bra on again. He was trying to intimidate me and threaten me after the first time he realized that his demand had gone unfulfilled. I snatch my hand away and stop.

"Don't drag me around like a doll!"

The guy turns around and sticks his finger in my face. If Lana didn't owe that bastard a favor, I'd have broken his finger by now. I can't stand the waving of limbs in my face.

"Marina, what's not to understand about taking off your bra and staying naked under your top?"

"I'm not going to show everyone my bosoms, Dan! Don't you think the guys have had enough of Lera's boobs?"

"No, it doesn't. I make the rules here! And if I say no bra, I mean no bra! If you're not going to do it, then I'll say goodbye, and I'll put Lana in that place."

What a jerk! The cup begins to crunch in my hand, because the urge to splash brandy in his face is getting unbearable.

"You have one last chance to make amends."

He turns around and walks away, immediately replacing his threatening mask with a hypocritical one when Lera comes into his field of vision. I don't understand how he can still sleep with her after she's already gone out with the racers in their cars.

Shit. What am I supposed to do now? I thought he'd yell and give up, satisfied that I'd at least try to change my bras. By the way, it's Lana who supplies me with the expensive lingerie. I've had five of them in my life, and the contents of her dresser could cover a small plantation, protecting me from the rain.

"Rinnah," Alex distracts me from my unpleasant thoughts.

I know him as a quite nice guy with a reddish shade of hair and an infectious smile. He'd been paying attention to me since my first time at the track. Only I had no idea that this cute guy is Lana's brother friend.

Matthew

The music basses like a rabid. Nothing changes. That's how the track has lived for as long as I can remember. Only in heavy rain and snowstorms the races are cancelled, all other weather is not an obstacle.

We walk down the steps and join the crowd. I don't even look at the people here. I know who likes to hang out at the after-party. But anyway I'll have to run through the faces. Maybe some new flash has been appeared while I was gone.

"Hey, Cash, when did you get back?" Some weirdo comes at me right out of the crowd, trying to pat me on the back as if we'd known each other a hundred years.

I don't even recognize him.

"The other day" I grin, accepting the flattery.

People like him always look for someone to join.

Two more guys pile up behind me, ducking me in generous cheers. Ha. That my absence would be noticed, I knew. But I never thought my return would be expected. I don't believe any of their hypocritical handshakes. But I won't stop them either. Who am I to forbid them to tiptoe around me?

We move on to the plastic tables with the chicks hanging out around them. A fucking buffet. Blondes, brunettes. With long, coal-black hair and short, boyish haircuts. That's what turned me on at one time.

"Hey, Matt," Kirsten, my brother's ex, comes over and hangs on my shoulder. "Junior" caught us when I was fucking her in the living room, bent over the table. Attacked me with his fists, asshole. All I wanted to do was show him that looking for a chick on the track wasn't the best option. He didn't appreciate it, anyway. "You're back? "

There's lust and unsatisfied desire in her drunken eyes. A sharp fingernail slid down my chin. In all likelihood she's seeking attention. Flaaaat. I've seen it all before here.

"Back. Thought of me?"

"Of course I did! And you? "

"Not once. "

I state with a broad smile and throw off the girl's hand.

Kirsten snorts, turning back to her friends and then I notice the brunette that Redhead had been talking about.

She stands proudly alone, far away from the others, and, judging by the expression on her face, she's troubled about something. She takes a sip of brown liquid from a cup. Usually it's whiskey or cognac, but chicks don't drink that stuff. The best they have is cocktails or vodka with juice. Then what is it? Coke?

I can see from Alex's satisfied face that he notices her too, and, pushing people aside, rushes to her like a dog to a bitch. I think I can put him on a leash and put a bib on him.

"Сash!" someone calls me.

I turn around and see Luke Backes.

"Hi!"

Luke is my man in Free-for-all combat in which I take a very active part. And if he wants my attention, that means he has something to offer me.

"How are you doing?" After shaking my hand he lights a cigarette and looks me over from head to toe. Trying to figure out what shape I'm in after a long absence.

"Great. Ready for a fight" I grin, balling my fist into my open palm.

In fact, I missed the ring terribly. Missed the smell of my opponent's blood and the pain all over my body from the blows of those who managed to intercept me. The adrenaline had long been building up in my muscles and now it needs to erupt. Months away from the place where I usually let my negativity out haven't tempered my desire to fight. Just the other way around. All the time I'd been told about finding myself and the need to immerse myself in the moment when I'd lost touch with the normal world, I could only think of one thing. It's to kick someone's ass right after my returning.