Status Updates From Snake Eyes: A Street Racing...

He's drinking MILK at a CASINO BAR

Not sure about this book.

What are the odds that I finish reading Quentin Black seer and co to pick up two random books, in which the hero in the first book is called Quentin with mind reading capacity and this book, with a dude called Black?

“So… vampires in LA,” I said, puffing out a sigh.
“F*cking Hollywood," Dav grumbled.

Officer Riley had said street-racing was a drug, but Davin was my drug. And I wasn’t sure I could give him up a third time, once the sun came up.

He was right, of course. I told myself I’d left to keep the crew safe, but that was a lie. Fear had chased me away. Fear of mortality. Fear of making the wrong decision, fear of myself, and the terrible things I could do to the people I loved.