Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

mouth, wiggling my brows at him. He growls at me. I laugh so hard I almost choke.

“I hate you,” he mutters.

I peck his lips. “Sure, you do.”

A look passes over his face, causing me to pause. Before I can fully read it, he shuts it down and my phone rings at the same time. I grab it off the table and see it’s Danny.

“Put it on speaker,” Pit demands from over my shoulder.

“Hello,” I say as I open the call and place it on speaker.

“The next race location has been changed. They’re no longer going to allow you guys to pick your driver. The opposing teams pick who gets to drive. You make sure whether they pick you or that tool, you win,” Danny replies.

I have to place a hand on Pit’s chest to calm him before he says something that could turn this on its head.

“We’ve been winning all this time.”

“Yeah, well, for some reason Marquis has decided to make this harder. The drop hasn’t changed but the other races have,” he says.

By the sound of his voice, I’m not too sure he’s holding it together. I take a deep breath. This will be over soon.

“He’s also extending the races. There will be a two-week break,” Danny says smashing my previous thought.

“What?” I gasp.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on. Don’t get eliminated. And watch for Anton’s team. They’re not happy about you guys. They’ve won these races in other clubs. You’ve become a threat to them. Don’t get yourself killed.”

With that, the call dies. I close my eyes and don’t even bother to turn to face Pit. I can feel him vibrating with rage.

“I can handle myself on the track. Nothing changes. We still haven’t figured out how to get her out,” I say without looking at Pit.

“I don’t like this,” he seethes.

“And I don’t have a choice. Marquis is changing the rules, not Danny. I have to trust that he’ll keep to his end.”

He reaches around me to grab my face until I look into his eyes. I don’t find just the anger I knew would be there. If I’m not mistaken, there’s something close to fear in his depths.

“And if something happens to you on the track? In one of those races?”

“It won’t.”

He releases my face and runs a hand through his hair. “I need a smoke. Yo, Ox, bro, I need a pack?”

“And who’s sucking your dick after that, ashtray?” When Rome spits his drink out across the table, I realize I’ve said that out loud.

I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. When stressed I don’t think before I say things. Pit narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re an asshole.”

I shrug. “I learned it by watching you,” I deadpan.

“Don’t do that with me.”

“What?”

He cups my face and runs a finger over my lip. Silence passes between us for a few beats before he places his forehead to mine. I cup the back of his head, needing him like a lifeline.

“I’m not your enemy.”

“I know that.”

Doesn’t mean I can help lashing out. I’m holding on by a thread. It’s like I take one step forward and a hundred steps back.

“Then don’t pick a fight with me,” he replies.

“Fine.” I lean into his ear. “Still not going down on you if you smoke a cigarette and you’re not coming near me with that ashtray mouth.”

He chuckles and shakes his head at me. “The asylum called. They want their jacket back and said you should come with it.”

“Well, I get a discount if I bring you along,” I toss back.

“Shut up, Mayven. Just shut up.”

I push my fingers into his hair and nuzzle his cheek. I know in this moment, as much as he might want to, he’s not going to storm out of here and do something crazy. He’s not the only one who knows how to be a distraction.

“I have to believe I’m doing this right. I’ll be okay. I have to be for Shawna.”

“I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.”

Pit

I’m still stewing about that call. These changes show Marquis isn’t a stupid man. It seems he intends to smoke his problem out with or without me.

The question is how that effects our mission. I don’t like having two weeks added to the timeline. The longer Danny has Shawna, the longer he has to become unpredictable or unstable. We’ve never had any guarantees there to begin with.

“Why don’t you go out and tell Kid I said to give you a king’s chest. That’s enough to keep you busy until I’m done here,” I lean over Skittles to say as she sits at the table scrolling through her phone.

I cage her in with my palms on the table. She looks up at me and I see how tired she is. I should send her home, but I get the feeling she doesn’t want to be alone and after that threat earlier, I’m not too keen on allowing it either.

She gives me a sleepy grin. “That’s a lot of chips. There you go spoiling me. I might get the wrong idea, Pitman.”

“No wrong ideas to get.”

She bites her lip and stares back at me. I don’t have time for where this conversation seems to be going. It’s becoming a big fact that our timing sucks.

“I have business coming in. I’ll be a while,” I say and kiss her forehead. “Don’t leave without me.”

“Got it, boss,” she teases.

I grin and push off the table. She stands, pats my chest and heads out. She looks drained.

I’m not sure how much more of this she can take. Which brings my thoughts back to the situation we’re dealing with. We need to find out where Danny is or at least where he’s keeping Shawna.

Once I know this, I’ll gladly hand Danny over to Marquis. Although he might be dead by the time Marquis gets to him. I’m still debating on that one.

I look up, coming out of my musing as Mr. Knight walks through