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Gimme what I want
Or I'll give it to myself
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BENTLEY
I'm angry.
And horny, but I took care of that this morning.
I can't believe I lost last night. The worst part is that it wasn't really that close. There was a 5.342 time difference between him and I and that was 5.342 seconds more than it should have been. The only thing keeping me together right now was the fact that I was going to show Harry just how badly he didn't want to fuck with me after this.
As if choking him with my gun and leaving him in the southside of Oakland with a hard-on for the second time last night wasn't enough.
Well, I'd only do what I have to if he decides to act like he's something he's definitely not tonight. I invited myself for dinner because we had shit to talk about before Luna gets back from wherever her and her father are hiding out. The first thing being why Luna was out of town in the first place and the second being whatever it is Nialler was going to tell me over the phone today.
He should be calling me any minu-
The phone rings, and none other than Niall Horan is listed as the caller. I answer quickly, excited to hear the Irish boy's accent again.
Niall and I had met twice in real life, and it was when Allie and I went to visit Z and Rumer in New Mexico two years ago, and last year in Arizona. Niall worked with Rumer and Zayn because he drove some decked out street racing cars and needed the best of the best to work on it. We had hit it off really well, he was nice and funny.
Not my type, but he was hot too. He and Allegra fucked in Arizona and Allie left his hotel room the next morning. I made so much fun of her for doing the walk of shame that she didn't talk to me for a week.
"Niall!" I answer, changing into my outfit for dinner. I should be down at Harry's soon but this was the only time Niall could talk.
"Bentley Hale, glad to hear your voice." He says, and I hear him shift around on the other line. "I've got a racing gig in a few moments so I'll make it quick."
"Go ahead, Horan." I put him on speakerphone, putting on a bit of concealer under my eyes.
I hadn't been sleeping too well the past few days, but that's just because I was changing the scheduling of when I'd take my meds. They'd fuck with my sleeping patterns but at least I wasn't having any episodes.
"I've got a few of my mates monitoring the Regent's University quarter, and I even got one of 'em enrolled." Pays to have connections to European dynasties, I guess. Niall raced for himself but before then, when I first heard of him, he raced for some London family which had connections everywhere. "He'll be in all of her classes, making sure the girl is safe. Everything has been taken care of."
I sigh in relief, glad that his sister was safe. If she was safe, he'd actually help. Rumer thought that it'd be a good idea to ensure she's protected before diving in and not giving Harry a real reason to work with us. There had been a lot of conversation lately regarding this whole thing. Zayn was actually the first one to mention that Luna had been gone for quite some time, and that she hadn't stopped by the garage to flirt with me or mess around.
It was too suspicious, she was too quiet and the fact that her father was gone even longer was enough to worry even me. I tried not to get into all this gang shit but she put a target on her back when she came after Allie, Rumer and Z.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so...