Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I looked at Kane, who was all serious now.
“This about the Redline crash?” I queried. “Saw the footage.”
The Redline Kings MC was at the center of a racing empire—both legal and underground. One ruled by Kane.
He was a fucking legend on the track, but it wasn’t his wall of trophies that kept him at the top. Though he didn’t look it, he was a brilliant businessman, a fucking billionaire. And someone no one dared to fuck with.
He was known for his sharp reflexes, calm dominance, and operating with brutal precision. He valued loyalty and had a reputation for being merciless to those who crossed him—especially when it came to protecting the integrity of his races.
Recently, one of his drivers had clipped the turn and drove straight into a support beam, causing the pit-side building to collapse. It had nearly killed the driver and three people inside.
Kane nodded, leaning forward slightly, and bracing his hands on his thighs.
“Thank fuck for Wrecker,” he murmured. “That motherfucker reads debris like a blueprint.”
Wrecker was one of my club brothers. A civil engineer who was trained to safely dismantle or clear debris from disaster sites to facilitate rescue efforts. There wasn’t anyone better, and through cameras, he’d been able to talk them through the rubble to get to the trapped people and get them out.
“Thing is,” Kane said, his voice cool and eyes hard, “underground circuit’s been getting hit hard. That’s not the only wreck.”
I frowned. “Meaning?”
“Meaning I’ve had six drivers crash in the past few months. And a handful more from other teams. Wrecks on the underground circuit are fucking piling up. Most walked away, but a couple didn’t. Two fatalities—both when the cars caught fire before we could get them out in time.” He exhaled slowly, as though he was trying not to snap. “They’ve all been blamed on driver error, but I know my fucking crew. Something’s off.”
My jaw ticked. “You think someone’s fucking with the cars?”
“I think someone’s fucking with the entire circuit,” Kane confirmed.
Something in his voice darkened. Kane was cold steel when he needed to be, but I knew those deaths had to weigh on him. He ran a tight domain, one where skill and loyalty meant everything.
“Then a few days ago, my Road Captain, Axle, went down,” Kane continued. “Took a turn sharp, car didn’t respond. He’s in a coma now. Might not wake up. His sister’s…” He paused, jaw tightening. “She’s the only family he’s got.”
“Besides you,” Storm added.
Kane’s expression broke for just a second, just long enough for me to see the pain behind his controlled exterior.
“Kid’s been with me since before the patch. I straddled my time between here and my hometown growing up. Knew him and his sister since I was sixteen. He helped me build my first garage when I was scrappin’ parts in a shed. All Axle wanted was to be out on the track. And damn,” Kane chuckled, “fucker used to race circles around me in his sleep. His accident—” Kane broke off, his expression turning cold and deadly. He pushed away from the desk and planted his feet wide, crossing his arms over his chest. “I promised his sister I’d find out what the fuck’s happening.”
“He thinks it’s tied to betting,” Storm tossed out.
I looked at Kane, my head tilting. “Throwing races?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “I started noticing patterns in the bets. The losses line up too clean with spikes in betting shifts. Payouts swing hard right before a wreck. Either drivers are being paid to throw races, or someone’s making sure they don’t finish. My tech guy’s been watching it, but then the crashes started. Either someone’s covering fuckups…or they’re escalating.”
Storm’s voice was sharp as a knife. “You think it’s sabotage?”
“I do,” Kane replied. “And not random. It’s clean. Precise. You don’t see it until it’s too fuckin’ late. I have helmet cams on my drivers now and surveillance at the big tracks. Still, whoever it is slips in and out without a trace.”
Fox looked at me, finally speaking. “Kane wants to borrow you.”
My brow lifted. “Borrow me? You sure you’re ready for the responsibility?”
Storm muttered, “Only reason he’s letting you go is ’cause Fox doesn’t want you wrecking too much shit around here without supervision.”
“Fuck all of you,” I said cheerfully. “You know I drive better than any asshole on wheels.”
“You’re not just racing,” Fox warned. “You’re drawing them out. Letting them think they have a new mark. Then we burn them down.”
I grinned. “I get to play bait? Sounds fun.”
Kane nodded. “You have the skills and the name. You’ve got a reputation in both worlds—legal and underground. People remember you. You showing up on the circuit will draw attention. Whoever’s fucking with my races won’t be able to resist taking a swing at you. That’s what I want.”
I glanced around the room, at my brothers. Every one of them had risked their lives for me at one point or another. That included Kane. And I’d do the same in a heartbeat.