Page 75 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

Nolan

Ashley’s in the shower and I’m lying naked on the bed we just made love in three times already.

I’m sated and at peace for once since being here.

Thinking about joining her, but there’s a knock on the door putting a stop to that thought.

Three loud raps fill the apartment. I climb off the bed and throw my jeans on.

Forgoing a shirt, I stride to the door and use the peephole to see who’s on the other side.

Ashton’s massive build takes up the view and I slide the chain and unlock the deadbolt, letting him and the rest of my guys in.

Marks and Ramirez come in last and their eyes widen in shock when they see my chest, but neither say a word.

There is no straightforward way to tell someone what I’ve gone through, so I figure I’ll just show them.

The tension is thick in here and by the expression on Ashton and Christian’s face, something major just happened.

“Problem?” I ask raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” Ramirez speaks first, swallowing hard.

“Nope, all good,” Marks responds, avoiding eye contact with me.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes when Ashley appears from the bedroom dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a black hoodie. Her blonde hair is still wet and pulled up into a ponytail.

“What’s going on?” she asks, noticing the tension.

Christian paces back and forth in the small living room. He runs shaky hands through his brown hair. He passes from the small leather couch to the T.V. stand and back. His shoes squeak on the hardwood flooring.

“Both of you need to sit down for this,” Ashton responds. There’s an edge to his voice I’ve heard before and whatever he will tell us won’t be good.

I cross the living room and take a seat on the small leather couch.

Christian stops pacing long enough to peek through the blinds into the city outside.

I can’t hear the traffic being this high up, but the lights from the skyscrapers are filtering in, making Christian’s stress lines on his forehead deeper.

Ashley sits down next to me and grabs my hand.

She leans into my side and rests her head on my shoulder.

“I have something I need to show you and you have to promise not to go crazy and do something fucking stupid,” Ashton says. Marks hands him his phone and he clicks a button on it. “Do you promise not to go off the rails?”

“I’ll try not to, but I can’t promise I won’t,” I answer honestly.

“Ashley, what about you?” Ashton asks.

“Will you just spit it out,” she answers, agitated.

Ashton hands us Marks’s phone and I hit play on the video.

The black screen fills with an image of Izzy tied to a chair.

Her hair is snarly, her clothes are filthy, and her head is bowed down, her chin resting on her chest. The video pans away to Xavier handcuffed to a radiator.

He has a cloth wrapped around his head, covering his mouth and his ice-blue eyes are watching someone in the shadows.

He’s pinning them with a murderous glare.

I’ve seen that expression on him before and the last person who did this to them ended up dead.

Xavier rattles his hands, trying to bust through the handcuffs when the mysterious figure appears from the shadows.

Xavier’s breathing is heavy as he watches the figure move closer to Izzy, helpless to stop him.

He shouts through the cloth, and fear passes in his eyes.

The screen pans out and all we can see is the figure’s back as he leans over Izzy’s unconscious form.

He grips her chin and forces her head up.

It rolls to the side before she comes to and fights to make him release her chin.

He lets go with a maniac laugh and turns around. The video freezes on his face.

“No, no, no,” Ashley sobs against my chest. “This can’t be happening, not again.”

I have no words of comfort for her. The man staring into the camera is made of her worst nightmares and now he’ll be the star of Izzy’s too.

My hand tightens around the phone as I stare at the image of the monster I thought I killed back in L.A.

I should have snapped his neck when I had the chance.

His brown shaggy hair hangs down into his face now, his nose is crooked and he’s missing two front teeth.

The sneer on his lips lights up his eyes as he watches Izzy struggle against her ropes.

“Ash, you need to call Rush. Get him out here A.S.A.P.” I calmly inform her.

I’m not calm though. I want to break something, crack heads, shed some blood.

The evil is pounding against my soul, trying to break free.

Closing my eyes, I channel all the strength I can to keep my head cool and figure out a way to get Izzy and Xavier.

“Will someone please tell me who that fucker is,” Christian demands. He’s still standing next to the window clenching his fists at his sides.

“Shaun Reiser, my psycho ex. He tried to kill Rush and me.” Ashley whispers from my side.

She still hasn’t called Rush. I don’t think she wants to leave my side.

I think she wants to stay against me, too scared to leave.

This woman is one of the strongest I know, but one look at this monster has her retreating.

“Ash, call Rush, please.” I plead with her.

She snaps her honey-brown eyes to mine and nods her head.

She removes Mark’s phone from my grip with shaky fingers and dials his number.

I can hear ringing on the other end. Ashley tightens her grip around my waist with her other arm and won’t let go.

I won’t make her either. She needs someone to hang onto until she finds her way back and defeats this asshole once and for all.

The phone picks up after three rings and I can hear Rush’s gruff voice on the other end.

“Hello?” he answers.

“Rush, It’s me, Ashley. I need you out here now. Something has changed, and you need to be here.” she responds with a shaky voice.

“Tell him I’ll have the jet out there in three hours,” Ashton says pulling out his phone and sending a text.

“Nolan’s jet will be there in three hours. Be on it and get here. Tell the rest of the crew they need to stay there and keep their ears to the ground.” Ashley relays to him.

“Krimson, what’s going on?”

“Shaun,” she responds.

“Fuck!” Rush growls through the phone. “I’ll be there.”

The line disconnects, and Ashley drops the phone onto her lap. “Now what? We can’t just sit here with our thumbs up our assess and let him destroy those two.” The fire I’ve been waiting for is in her voice.

“We have a plan but with these things changing, Redline can’t go in. Shaun will recognize him at once.” Ashton says.

“Who will take his place?” I ask.

Christian pushes off the window, “I am.”

I shake my head, “No, I can’t let you do that. You don’t realize what these guys are capable of, Christian, you can’t.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do then? I can’t just sit here. I can handle it, Nolan. I want to do this.”

“No, absolutely not. I can’t let you get this involved. I need to fight. I need to get back in.” Everyone talks over each other. They’re arguing back and forth.

Ashley stands up and whistles loudly, making everyone shut up and swing their eyes in her direction.

“I have an idea. Shut up and listen.” She shifts in my direction.

“You train Redline in the gym, teach him what he needs to know.” She gestures towards Christian.

“You be his coach in the ring. If Reiser asks, Redline was sick of us. He wanted out and is looking for revenge against Nolan and me. Reiser will believe it. The last thing he knew was that Redline was feeling like an outcast and we play off that. Rush, Ashton, Marks, Ramirez, and I will set up surveillance and keep an eye on Izzy and Xavier. Follow Switch and Wrath around the city. See where they’re set up and if we find a way in before Redline has to fight, we’ll do it. ”

“That might work,” Ashton says, deep in thought. “Let’s get started.”

My stomach growls loudly, breaking the tension in the room. “I need to eat first. We were going to grab something before you came.” I stand up from the couch and hear a loud gasp behind me. I turn around and Marks’s expression is horrific.

Ashley narrows her eyes and stalks over to him.

She’s standing toe to toe with him and the look she gives him would make any grown man grovel.

“He’s still your boss. Remember that. If I ever see or hear you talk about his scars, I will end you and you won’t know it happened.

” Her chest is heaving up and down. She’s pissed, and it turns me on.

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “Come with me,” I whisper in her ear and pull her away from Marks. He’s still speechless, his mouth is hanging open and his eyes are so wide they might bug out of his head. Ramirez keeps his mouth shut and his face passive.

We walk into the bedroom and I close the door behind me.

My lips are upon hers before she apologizes.

I don’t want apologies or sympathies. I want her lips on mine and to swallow her moans.

She parts her lips and I plunge my tongue into her hot, wet mouth.

She moans against my assault and tightens her grip around my neck.

I yank her soft curves against my body, picking her up.

I need to be buried inside of her again.

A want like no other consumes me as I swallow her moans and groans.

Ashley wraps her legs around my waist, a whimper escapes from the back of her throat.

Walking to the bed, I break the scorching hot kiss and gently toss her down.

I unzip and peel her jeans down her slender legs.

Knowing we’re pressed for time, I skip the foreplay and unbutton and unzip my jeans, dropping them to the bedroom floor with my boxers. Ashley grabs the back of my head and pulls me up to her lips. She spreads her legs apart and I nestle between them.