can stay close to Adamo. I need more opportunities to extract information from him.”
Dima leaned closer, searching my eyes. “Is this really only about extracting information? I’m not blind.”
“Tend to your wounds, or ask someone from the medical team for help. I need to prepare my car.”
I walked away. I had never been confronted with Dima’s jealousy. He hadn’t made a big deal when I’d ended our relationship, nor had he ever tried to win me back. Maybe he’d hoped I’d eventually return to him and now he saw his chances dwindling. I wasn’t sure but I hoped he’d get a grip soon. I needed to focus on my plan. I didn’t have time to deal with a crazy ex-boyfriend.
Weaving my Toyota through the parked cars and the mechanics, racers and pit girls scattering around them took almost fifteen minutes. I slammed my palm down on my horn so often that my hand hurt, but eventually I found the marked position. My car was in prime condition so I didn’t need to look it over again, and other than some racers I didn’t have a team of mechanics. Dima could repair almost anything and I was pretty capable as well.
Instead of wasting time on preparations, I leaned against my car and watched the busy crowd, soaking in their excitement and nervous energy. I’d only seen another female driver but she’d been in the last row. What a shame. More girls needed to trust themselves to play with the big boys. This wasn’t a sport that required muscles, only daring and cleverness, and that’s something women didn’t lack in comparison to men.
Beside me, a guy who looked Mexican leaned against his car. His body was covered with tattoos and he wore a black wifebeater to show them and his muscles off. Like Dima, his hair was in a buzz-cut, but his was dark. He flashed me a grin when he caught me looking. I didn’t return the gesture, only nodded. I wondered if the Falcones tolerated gang members or members of a cartel to race as well. They seemed pretty certain in their power over the west. I wasn’t here to make friends, and even less to flirt with random guys.
Adamo headed for me and leaned beside me. The guy lost his interest in me at once. “You ready?”
“Always,” I replied. “What I’m wondering is how the whole toilet-break business works. Ten hours is a long time.”
Adamo gave me a meaningful look.
I scoffed. “Don’t tell me there are no official toilet breaks.”
“There aren’t. You have to decide if you want to lose valuable minutes to relieve yourself.”
“Unlike you, I can’t pee into a bottle.”
“Trust me, even for guys it’s not easy to drive and pee into a bottle.”
I couldn’t help but laugh trying to imagine it, but then my mind drifted off, only conjuring up images of Adamo’s naked body. Not a good direction to take before a race. “So you really pee into a bottle?”
Adamo grinned. Whenever he did, he looked more like the dark surfer-boy and not the deadly Falcone brother. I wasn’t sure which side of him drew me in more. “Usually I allow myself one toilet break per race, at least in the first five races. The last two races, however…” He chuckled.
“I won’t pee into a bottle, but I won’t risk falling back just because my bladder is an issue.”
“Well, then maybe you should consider using a catheter. But I should warn you. A few very ambitious guys did last year and got a nasty infection.”
I scrunched up my nose. “That’s taking it a little too far.”
“Not if you’re in debt with the Camorra, then you better find ways to get money.”
“Right. You and your brothers are really clever when it comes to making money.”
“I bet your father knows a few tricks as well.”
He did. But my father was better at putting up a sophisticated exterior, while the Falcones lived their madness openly. “With a race of this dimension, won’t we get into trouble with the police?”
“We might. That depends on the county we’re passing. Some are easier to control than others. A few sheriffs are definitely out to catch a few of us. And every year they succeed and one or two land in prison for a while. But like I said, mostly the police turn a blind eye to what’s going on. We mainly drive in remote corners of our territory, not to mention in the evening or night.”