It had been a couple of days since Tom killed the man from the elevator. I just had to hope he was the last of baby's rein.
Tom and I went to go pick up Bill and Taylor from the hospital, she was being released today. All I knew was the house was going to very hostile with Taylor home. The last time I saw her, she screamed at me. If they are letting her leave, she must be doing better, hopefully.
Tom parked the car and put his hand on my thigh, giving me a reassuring look. We head up to her room, Bills packing her stuff in a bag as she stands in the bathroom. I stand by the door, knocking quietly. She turns around giving me a smile, her face glowed. "V I'm really sorry for what I said."
"I don't care, as long as your okay." I say interrupting and pulling her in for a hug. She squeezed me tight and I knew instantly she was back to her old self. She wouldn't be perfectly okay but that's the grieving part of it. She linked her arm with mine and walked out. Bill had the bag in hand waiting for us. "Ready?" She nods her head and we leave the hospital, heading for the car. I thought this trip would go much different, weeks ago. We'd leave the hospital with a new person and now Taylor's leaving minus one.
Tom sped off for the house, hitting the highway. His music blared through the speakers as he drove fast. Taylor's voice cut through the song.
"We should go out tonight." I turn around giving her a look, no way she just said that. Bill and I stared at her in disbelief. She started to laugh."Race tonight, we'll go." Tom says looking at us. Taylor smiled excitedly and gave my arm a shove. I loved seeing her happy like this, I just wasn't expecting it so soon. She just lost her baby, you'd think she wouldn't want to do anything.
We pulled up to house, and I helped Taylor with her bags and stuff. She went to the kitchen, like normal and started cooking. It was definitely different but I didn't want to say anything, as long as she's happy. I sat at the island, with everyone. Taylor was in a good mood making everyone else in one too. The house was light and good again, no bad shit for once.
"If you raced, we'd lose so fast." I said to Marie who was laughing so hard, she smacked the table.
"There's always beginners luck."
"No way, I just don't see it happening." Her laughter filled the room as the guys stared at us like we were crazy.
"Never know, she might just be better then you." Taylor chimed in over from the stove, a daring look in her eyes. I roll my eyes, finishing up my plate and helping with the dishes before deciding I should get ready for tonight.
I make my way upstairs and to the closet, looking through my clothes. I settle on a black mini skirt with a black mesh long crop. I do my makeup in the bathroom, and curl my hair, making it poofy. Tom came in, hugging me from behind, kissing my neck. He spins me around, kissing my hard and pressing my body against the wall. His hands grab my ass as he bites my lip. His cologne surrounds me, making me melt right here.
Tom let's me down, interlocking his fingers with mine as we head to meet everyone else. Bill and Taylor wore matching black fits along with Tom and I. "Black out tonight?" Taylor's laughs looking at us up and down. George and Marie come down, as we all hop in separate cars. This night was gonna be interesting, to say the least.
The engines roars and all eyes fall on the four black cars pulling in. Tom parks, and open my door me, giving me a kiss.
Him and Bill made their way into crowd as Taylor came up to me a big goofy smile on her face. I couldn't help but be drawn into her playful mood. Her invitation to follow her to Bill's car piqued my curiosity, and I trailed after her with a raised eyebrow.
As she opened the car door and revealed a bottle, my eyes widened in surprise. The prospect of fun was tempting, and I couldn't resist a grin. "Fuck yeah, let's have some fun," I replied with a mischievous look in my eye.
Sitting on the hood of the car, Taylor and I wasted no time, chugging from the bottle and passing it back and forth between us. The cool liquid burned as it went down, but the thrill of the moment with Taylor made it all the more enjoyable.
She started to giggle and slid off the car, stumbling and dancing to the music that played in the background. I start to dance with her swaying around in the cool night air. There's a tap on my shoulder, I turn around making eye contact with Jackson. No fucking way he was here right now. He pulled me into a hug and laughed.
"V are you drunk?" He asked laughing at me as he tan his fingers through his messy hair.
"Maybe. What are you doing here anyway?"
"Came to race of course, what about you?"
"Toms racing, and I'm getting drunk with Taylor." His face dropped and he gave me a concerning look.
"So V, you look good." He said in a flirtatious tone, eyeing me up and down. Taylor came up, hanging on my arm giggling. "Come on, our men are back from their race." She tugged on me and I gave Jackson a smile walking away from him.
Tom and Bill dap each other, showing off the money they won. I walked up, giving him a hug, stumbling a bit. He flaunts it in my face, grabbing a 100, sliding it into my waistband rubbing his finger over the exposed skin.
"Take a ride babe?"
"Another race?" He opened the door, and I sit down putting my head back. It was all fuzzy. Tom shifted gears, stepping up to the line. He revels his engine waiting on the signal. His eyes were locked on the road and he set off fast, gripping the steering wheel as shifted gears going faster. He was way ahead of all the cars until one came up behind him.
The mystery racer continued to tail us, refusing to back down. Tom's brow furrowed in annoyance. "Who is this dumbass?" he muttered, his focus unbroken. With each twist and turn of the road, he skillfully maneuvered, refusing to let the them pass. The buildings were a blur as we passed through town. The finish line was right in from us, the other car only 1 second behind us when Tom crossed. That is the closest I've ever seen someone almost beat him.
He stepped out the car slamming the door, his face flared when I came up to him. I lean against the car trying not to fall over, Tom was to angry to notice me drunk.
Toms fists tightened when he saw who got out of the car. Jackson walked up to us, money in hand. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Personally this was fucking funny. "Almost had you Tom." He said smirking and winking at me. Tom snatched the money from his hand, glaring back at him.
"Still won." Tom said scoffing and leaning back, he pulled me close to him, like he was asserting his dominance. It was just little boys, thinking one is tougher then the other one. Taylor and Bill walked up, making the silence less awkward. She handed me the bottle and I chugged a good amount of it, coughing and wiping my mouth. I held up the bottle to the group, seeing who wanted some. Jackson took it, taking a swig, he handed it ti Tom and just before he could grab it, the bottle broke against the pavement. "My bad." Jackson said slapping Tom on the back. Oh fuck, this was going to be good.
Tom shoved his chest back, knocking him against his car. He grabbed onto his shirt, ready to hit him. "Come on, do it Tom. Show us what a big man you are." I stepped in, getting space between them.
"Let's not start shit tonight, we're supposed to be having fun." Jackson scoffed and started picking at his nerve, talking shit. Toms composure remained and he just a lot a cig ignoring him.
"We should go get another bottle!" Taylor said pulling me in, so only I could hear her. My dumbass isn't thinking so I agree with her.
Tom and Bill get in their cars, leaving us for a race. Tom just needed to blow off steam, I'm sure. Taylor and I start to walk away from the race, looking for a liquor store. We laughed and made our way down the road, holding onto each other. Headlights flash behind us, the car pulling in front of us. The window rolled down, "need a ride?" Jackson asked. What perfect timing for this asshole to be here. Tom would be so pissed if I got in this car and I shouldn't, but Taylor was already getting into the backseat. Damn it.
I sigh and sit in the passenger seat, telling him to go to a liquor store. His music blared and the base shook the car as we pulled into a parking lot. As I open my door, his hands pulls me back. "Can we talk quick?" I nod my head and let Taylor go ahead. He turns the car off, looking at me. Whatever he was about to say something that would make me regret talking to him.
"How have you been?"
"I'm good." Why did he have to ask a stupid question before getting to the point, let's skip the awkwardness and get on with it. "What do you want to talk about, Jackson? Just say it," I urged.
"I miss you."
My patience wore thin as Jackson's words hung in the air. His sudden confession caught me off guard, and I couldn't understand why he chose this moment to express his feelings.
"Good for you," I retorted, my voice laced with frustration. "I'm with Tom if you haven't noticed."
He acknowledged my relationship with a nod, but his next words only fueled my confusion and anger. "Trust me, I have," he said, his gaze unwavering.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my confusion deepening. Had he been watching me? Keeping tabs on my life without my knowledge?
"V, I want you to be safe," he said earnestly, his concern evident. "He's dangerous. You shouldn't be involved in his shit."
I scoffed, my anger rising. "Who are you to tell me that? It's none of your business what I decide to do with my life," I shot back, my voice firm.
Before he could speak again, Taylor opened the car door sitting down. She gave me look, sensing the hostility. I shrugged it off and took the bottle from her hands, downing a lot of it. I shot a brief glance at Jackson, my expression firm, signaling that the conversation was over for now. With Taylor by my side and the bottle in my hands, I chose to focus on the moment, allowing the laughter to drown out the lingering echoes of the conversation we had just had.
The return to the race brought with it a wave of exhilaration and chaos. As I stepped out of the car, the world seemed to spin around me, and I found myself falling to my knees. The effects of the alcohol had hit me hard, and I couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation overtaking me. Laughter bubbled up from within me, uncontrollable and wild, echoing through the night. Taylor, attempting to help me up, ended up falling beside me, and we both ended up on the ground. The gravity of the situation was momentarily forgotten in the haze of alcohol and laughter, and for that small time nothing mattered, it was just us living.
Jackson came from around the car, helping Taylor up, leaning her against the car. She wouldn't stop giggling. I laid my head back feeling really fucking dizzy, the sound we're going to be the death of me. "She can't even walk." Taylor said laughing at me. I couldn't even think straight right now. Jackson grabbed my arm, and scooped up legs, holding me in a cradle. I shut my eyes, feeling the movement as walked closer to the loud music and crowd.
Fucking hell.