Free Faster Deeper (Take Me...#2) (New Adult Bad Boy Racer Novel) by Colleen Masters

the
thought of coming clean still terrifies me. How can it be the right thing and
yet feel so risky?

Chapter Six
Crushing News

     
     
    Before I know it, the day before
the Moscow Grand Prix has arrived. The preliminaries and qualifiers have all
been raced, and tomorrow the race itself will go down. Tensions ran high on and
off the track as the practice laps unfolded. There were no outright moments of
confrontation, just a lot of icy silence. Usually, there’s an excited sort of
camaraderie among drivers and teams. But for the past couple of days, things
have felt very formal. Far too formal for what is, in the end, a great big
sporting event.
    I’ve been doing my best through
the past few days not to drink in the sight of Harrison too obviously on the
track. Who knows—my lovesick puppy eyes could be the final straw for our
blackmailer. Anyway, we’re set to meet this evening in front of the State
Museum. Then, I’ll be able to feast my eyes on him all I want. And my hands,
and my mouth if we manage to find somewhere private enough...
    I’m in my room, pulling together
an outfit for my rendezvous with Harrison. Despite the high stakes, these
illicit meet ups are sort of thrilling. It’s like one of those old
movies...except of course that those always wrapped up with a happy ending. Who
knows if Harrison and I will get that lucky?
    Having pulled on my favorite pair
of skinny jeans and loose cropped tee shirt, I weave my hair into a side braid
and grab my coat. Just as I’m about to wrench my door open, it swings into my
room. I jump back, surprised, as Enzo strides across the threshold. We haven’t
said too much to each other since I found him schmoozing that Shelby woman, and
a cool silence falls between us now.
    “Where are you off to?”
    “Nowhere,” I lie.
    “You were heading out the door,”
Enzo says.
    “Did you need something?” I ask
him, deflecting hard.
    “I don’t,” he tells me, “But Dad
wanted me to come find you. He said there’s something he wants to talk to us
about.”
    “Right now?” I ask, desperation
gnawing at the edges of my mind.
    “Yeah, right now,” Enzo says,
“Seriously, Siena, where do you have to be?”
    “I’m just...I was...”
    “I think it might be serious,”
Enzo says, shutting the door behind him, “Dad’s been acting weird as hell
around me lately.”
    “Actually...he’s kind of been odd
to me too,” I say, crossing my arms.
    “Well, we should go hear him out,”
Enzo says, “If you can spare a moment, of course.”
    “Don’t be an asshole,” I say,
brushing past my brother and yanking open the door. Whatever Dad has to tell
us, it probably won’t take too long. He’s a man of few words, that one. I’ll
listen to whatever he has to say, then go and meet Harrison at long last. No
problem at all.
    Enzo and I step into the elevator
together. I realize, as the doors slide shut, that this is the first time in
weeks we’ve been truly alone together. The sudden closeness is a little
startling. I glance Enzo’s way, saddened that my brother’s coming to feel more
and more like a stranger to me these days.
    “What’re you staring at me for?”
he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
    “I’m not staring,” I mutter,
crossing my arms.
    “You’re still mad at me, huh?” he
sighs.
    “Why would I be mad at you, Enzo?”
I ask coolly.
    “Oh, come on,” he says, “You’ve
been giving me the silent treatment since you saw me with Shelby the other
day.”
    “Who you spend time with is your
business,” I say, “I don’t presume to dictate who you sleep with, Enzo.”
    “Who said anything about sleeping
with her?” he grins.
    “Please,” I say, rolling my eyes,
“You’ve been on at least one date with her. And you’re you. So that means you’re
sleeping together.”
    “What a low opinion you have of
me, Siena.”
    “No lower of an opinion than you
have of the women you date,” I shoot back.
    “Rough,” Enzo says, the corners of
his mouth