S P R I N T S [18+]

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[ CHAPTER ONE]

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The familiar sound of rubber skidding on asphalt was welcoming. All that I could hear was the resonance of engines, roaring above each other. Ten-second cars passing in a blur as they raced to the end of the road.  The street was lined with abandoned strips, blocked off with a shitty wire fence and sign  that read 'no trespassing'  with a clear view of the city behind it.

I breathed in deeply, the smell of fuel and street food filling my nostrils. A happy smile played on my lips.

"Yari!" Baby laughed, grabbing my waist and pulling me into her side. 

The drivers door of the cherry red Chevy opened and Vinny stepped out, grabbing Baby by her waist and kissing her cheek. His giant frame easily enveloping her smaller, feminine one.

"Let's go," he shouted over the music, leading us through the crowds of people dancing.

Vinny led us to a white tent that was surrounded by a few cars, all sporting numbered stickers for racing.

When Vinny pulled back the flap of the tent, I was met with the distinct smell of weed and loud trap music.

There were three guys playing cards on a small table, arguing with a few girls while rolling up a blunt.

"You're supposed to grind it up!" One of the girls yelled, shoving the guy rolling the blunt.

"We don't have time for that pussy shit," he defended bumping her to the side while attempting to hide his cards.

Vinny stepped in first, Baby wrapped under his arm protectively.

"Aye! Vinny finally showed up!" One of the card players piped up.

"And he brought red with him," another directed at Baby.

I glanced over at her red hair. She was a natural ginger with pale skin and a tall, thin body. Nobody would ever guess she was Spanish.

"Who's your little friend?" The third asked, wiggling his finger over at me.

I laughed loudly.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" I quipped, giving him a wolfish grin.

"Ballsy," he whistled. "I like it!"

"It's -"

"Unimportant," Baby growled, obviously offended by the fitting nickname.

"Common babe, you know you love it," he winked. "The name is Maximiano but you can call me Max."

"I'm Santiago," the one who announced our entrance introduced.

"Angel," said the one grinding up the weed. He held out the now neatly rolled blunt to me, "wanna hit?"

I gracefully held the blunt to my lips and inhaled with little effort, blowing out a puff of smoke. Angel looked pleased as he took a drag and flicked it toward Baby who declined it with another intense glare.

"And what's this beauty's name?" Max flirted easily.

"Yarielyse," I replied with a small smile.

Max grinned from ear to ear as Vinny asked about his cousin.

I didn't hear their conversation as I made friends with Max and Angel who I found loved to flirt with anything that had a pulse.