Vintage (Adrenaline Series Book 2) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online

curse. Another reason I love my girl so much. She's never been after my name.
     
    With a polite smile I say, “Destin will get you set up with paperwork.”
     
    Her hand strolls down my chest. “And the other part?”
     
    Removing her hand I state, “I'm taken, but I know one McCoy you'll enjoy.” I glance over my shoulder. “Ben!”
     
    Like the dog he is, he comes running over to meet us, eyes widening at the sight of the bombshell I'm offering him. “Jenny meet Ben. Ben this new customer is Jenny. Can you help her over to Destin and answer a question she has for you...”
     
    His tongue wets his lips before he answers, “I think I can handle that.”
     
    “God I hope so,” she says dropping her hand into his.
     
    “Keys?”
     
    “In the car.” Her hand moves over her shoulder at me, Ben now having all her focus. “A discount? And all I have to do is what...”
     
    It's really that easy when you're a McCoy. Chicks flock to our dicks, but I don't care anymore. It doesn't matter to me. I've got what I want. And after a brief visit with Vinnie I'll be the only place I want to be. With her.
     
    After skipping lunch and ditching the end of my shift early, I drive across town to Vinnie's. I knock sharply twice before Shelby opens the door in her favorite attire, jean shorts and a bikini top.
     
    “Merrick,” she greets me.
     
    “Shel,” I say in return.
     
    Once inside she directs me, “He's upstairs in his playroom.”
     
    We all have our ways of winding down. I like to paint. He likes to build model cars.
     
    Entering the room he has dedicated to working on and displaying them, I see Vinnie behind the desk painting a roadster red.
     
    What's with people and red roadsters?
     
    “You see this beauty,” Vinnie questions the paintbrush still moving in his hand. “Took Shelby 4 months to find this little beauty. Gotta love my girl. She can find anything.”
     
    I drop into the seat across from him. “So can you.”
     
    “It's why we're a perfect match,” he replies, his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth. “Speaking of, how are things with the Commissioner's pride and joy? Bored yet?”
     
    “Never.”
     
    Vinnie smirks.
     
    “Asshole.”
     
    “When it comes to her you're easy to fuck with.” His laugh makes me un-tense. “I owe her one for saving our asses last weekend. That was a little too close for comfort.”
     
    “Worried? You Vinnie?”
     
    “Yeah.” When his movements cease he states, “This sort of thing shouldn't happen. I keep the right amount of money in the right pockets so I don't have to worry, which means now I have a different problem to solve.”
     
    “You're overreacting. It's not the first time the commissioner has tried to catch you in the act and it won't be the last.”
     
    “But it is the first time I wasn't expecting it,” he corrects me. “I owe you one for getting that message to me. And one to your girl for risking her neck.” Vinnie puts the brush down and leans back in his seat shaking his head. “Change is coming McCoy. And not the good kind.”
     
    “We're God's in this world. We can survive anything.”
     
    “Even the God's can fall, Merrick.” Vinnie shakes his head at me again. “It's not about being a God. It's about survival of the fittest. Being an adapter.”
     
    You gettin' the feeling like Vinnie knows something we don't?
     
    “While we're getting the leak problem solved, races are out for at least the week if not two. We'll do a pool party here this weekend instead.” Tossing me a nod he asks, “You bringing Jovi?”
     
    “If she'll come. Otherwise we will spend the day in bed and have just as much fun.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
     
    Vinnie rolls his eyes. “Did you need something?”
     
    “Keys to my new Audi.”
     
    “Ah. Decided you're finally ready to strip her?”
     
    “I've actually changed my mind. I'm gonna keep her.”
     
    “And hang her in the square for all the other racers to know not