Caught In Between

VII. The Street Race

It's been about a week since the last conversation I had with Asher in Spanish class. I still sat next to him but he said nothing to me, so I said nothing to him. He looks straight at the board, so I look straight at the board. To say it's awkward is an understatement. Maybe it's only me who thought it was awkward, but the tension was very prevalent in the air. It's currently Sunday, and I'm at the shop with dad and Ty. They decided to let me know what's behind the 'secret door.'

We walked into the hallway and at the very end was the locked door. Dad pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door, placing the keys back into his pocket after. Ty walked in first and I followed after him, dad trailing behind us. Ty flipped a light switch on to illuminate the pitch black room.

"Well, damn." I mutter while taking in the room in front of me. It wasn't a small room at all, it was actually quite the opposite. The room was the size of the dealership, if not bigger. It makes sense because, technically, we're in the basement right now. There were expensive cars everywhere. And I mean expensive. Three Mclarens, four Lambos, two Bugattis, a Koenigsegg Agera and more. Good God there is so much money in this fucking room. There were also quite a few different car parts scattered around the concrete floors. Among the cars and car accessories, there was a desk at the far corner of the room.

"This is where the monthly shipments of stolen cars are kept." Ty walks over to me.

"Where are they stolen from?" I ask.

"All over the place. They get shipped here every so often, although they usually get shipped to more populated areas so there are more potential buyers."

"Do the buyers know they're stolen?"

"No." I raised my eyebrows at him. "Well, not all of them." He smiles.

"Well fuck. How do the cars get out of here?"

He points over towards a garage door. "That door opens up to the backside of the shop, where there's a ramp to get out. It's pretty hidden, so no one really notices it. And if anyone gets suspicious, it's just an extra garage to get into the mechanic shop."

I nod at him and walk over to the desk in the far corner.

"These are just the papers and files about upcoming street races, the racers, who's bought which cars, original bets, and all that. You can look through the papers if you'd like to. Dad and I both want you to become familiar with everything and understand what we do, so that you'll be willing to join us."

I don't reply to him because I don't want to tell him that I have no idea if I want to join the bloodhounds or not. What would my nickname even be? Probably the fucking pomeranian. I flipped through the papers inside the files and one name and date stood out to me. The name of the racer was 'The Mamba' and the date and time was tomorrow at 10.

"Hey, Ty?"

"Yeah." He looks up at me from the files he was currently going through.

"Can we watch the races?"

"Sure. I usually go to every single one and if I can't make it then dad goes. We can all try to go tomorrow. Liv's racing, actually."

"She's racing the Mamba?"

"Yeah. He's just one of the inner gang members of the silver snakes. Lots of people go to these races because the Rottweiler and the Mamba are pretty fucking important in the street racing world."

"They're good? Have they ever raced against each other?"

"Nope. Not yet. That's why tomorrow will be a day you won't want to forget."