Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
He didn’t let Knox pick up a massive log on his own, and they threw it into the fire together. Knox then wrapped his arms around Liv’s neck, rocking to the smooth music Ezra turned on while Dex was arguing with Jag.
“We can stay here, right?” Knox asked, his denim blue eyes reflecting the sparks rising from the fire. He was breathtaking, and Liv would do anything for him.
Literally anything. Even take part in a scary fucking race in winter.
“Yes. We can get a better trailer in the future, or even a house. Just ours, with a big bed and a shower that can fit us both,” Liv whispered before pressing his lips to Knox’s so he could drink up any uncertainty Knox might still harbor.
“And a dog? Ros said he’d give me a discount on one of their Rottweiler puppies…”
He might just find a little furball under the Christmas tree.
Liv grinned, so lightheaded he felt slightly drunk on all this joy. “And a dog.”
Knox’s mouth stretched into a smile when a little white particle settled on his nose. It was only when it melted that Liv leaned back, glancing into the sky.
The snow came out of nowhere, falling in a flurry, as if an invisible hand scattered them over the junkyard, wanting to spice things up.
Knox’s grin widened as he looked up in excitement. “My first snow!”
Liv stroked Knox’s back. He didn’t want to spoil the moment, but all he could think of was the risk of this happening during the race.
Chapter 36
Knox
On the day of the race, the sky was the color of dread—a stormy gray that left little room for hope. The fumes of motor oil and gasoline were so dense that Knox was developing a headache, but this was not a time for weakness. Liv needed him, and if Knox couldn’t convince him to forfeit the competition, he had to be there for him.
Knox was so tense, he decided to go get a look at the competition while Liv tinkered with something under the hood. Knox had already double and triple checked everything from engine to wheels, but everyone had their pre-racing ritual, and this was Liv’s.
Knox hoped for a clear sky, but the snowfall started in the hour preceding the competition.
Which would probably not be a problem for a guy nicknamed Blizzard’, but Liv? He was a California boy. And Frank had warned them that the kind of weather they were experiencing now—just warm enough to melt the surface of the ice that had formed prior—was the most treacherous. Knox had experienced it first-hand just that morning, when he’d stepped out of the trailer, only to find himself on his ass.
A jagged rock formed in Knox’s throat as he glanced toward Blizzard, who stood by his fancy car, with one arm around the waist of a woman so attractive she could have put on a pair of high heels and stepped straight onto the runway. A flurry of crew fussed around him, checking every single thing, and a man looking suspiciously like the rapper Lil Ka$$ chatted to Blizzard like an old friend.
The tuning on that silver blue machine was surely insane, and the rest of the competition would be left fighting one another long after the star of the show crossed the finish line, endangering their lives for nothing but pride.
Blizzard didn’t need the winnings the way Knox and Liv did. He took part in these illegal races for the thrill and clout. Which, okay, were important too, but not as essential as survival.
Knox wanted a smoke so bad, but if Liv found out, he’d be stressing about Knox’s heart instead of focusing on winning the race, so Knox bit the inside of his cheek and tried to distract himself.
A group of girls passed him, on their way to become part of Blizzard’s entourage.
“Last year, two people crashed, and one of them had his leg amputated. Wonder what will happen today!” one of the girls chattered, leaving Knox stunned.
The chill in the air froze even his bones, and all of a sudden, he was back to square one, not wanting Liv to race at all. If something happened to him, how would Knox ever forgive himself?
Wind blew over the flat landscape of the former airport now owned by the MC, making him pull up the collar of the jacket Liv had gotten for him on their first date. His brain was turning into soup, and he could almost sense it splashing around in his skull as stiff feet carried him to where the competing vehicles were parked.
“Hey Knox, wish Liv good luck from us!” said the owner of a hand that patted Knox’s shoulder out of nowhere. It took him a whole two seconds to focus and see Ros and Shane standing in front of him.