Free Fast and Loaded: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Roxy Sinclaire Page B

we kicked Luke’s butt and put him in the loser’s ring where he belonged.
    I had never before known a man that was so dark and shady as Luke was and I was positive that by the end of the race, everyone would know what a slime ball he really was. That was a project that I had already started on, a little extra surprise for everyone. Luke would never be able to race again, a fate worse than death for anyone on the racing scene.

12

Amber
    I couldn’t believe how well Desmond and Theresa had done during the race. Everything about it had gone just as planned, even better. He had won by a landslide and as a little added bonus, he had even put Luke in his place.
    I watched as he was carried to the winner’s circle by his other teammates and I couldn’t help but smile. Something looked wrong though and I glanced around to see what could have upset him.
    A man was approaching me, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t Desmond’s biggest fan. I knew I would have to think fast. I didn’t think that Luke’s buddy would try anything out in the open, but I wasn’t going to give him the chance to prove me wrong either.
    As he approached, I saw Desmond talking with Glen from the corner of my eye and I made my way to the podium. By the time I reached Glen, racing towards me, he had found two large security officers to accompany him.
    “Did you see that guy?” I asked him.
    Glen nodded. “I did. He didn’t look like he was anyone from the track either.”
    Just then, Desmond joined us, moving protectively close to me. I smiled a little at how much he cared.
    “I want you to follow him,” he said to the guards.
    They nodded before setting off in the direction that the man had gone when he had seen Glen coming to meet me in the crowd.
    “Are you okay?” asked Desmond.
    “I’m fine. I don’t even care about him. I just want to talk about that race! You did a great job!”
    He smiled at me. “Thanks, but you are the one who did great. I can’t believe how well Theresa did!”
    I started to blush. “Let’s just call it a joint effort then?”
    He smiled and nodded his head. “The shop crew and other drivers want to go out. Some want to drink away the loss and others to celebrate my win. They want me to come, what do you think?”
    “I think that sounds like a very good idea,” I replied earnestly.
    I needed a stiff drink, among other things. I followed the two men to a waiting car that zipped us out of sight to the bar that only a few outsiders knew about. With a smile on my face, Desmond took my hand as we walked through the door.
    The room erupted in cheers as they saw who was walking in. Desmond smiled and waved at everyone. He let go of my hand as people from all over descended on him, wanting to shake his hand.
    I saw our crew in a back corner and quickly made a beeline for them. The limelight wasn’t for me. I just didn’t like to deal with people the way that Desmond did. He was so good at it too. I watched from my seat as he slowly talked with everyone who came up to him before making his way over to us. He sat next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. I had to smile at his intimate touch; it felt amazing.
    “So what do you think Glen? Am I set to win?” he asked his friend jokingly.
    Glen shook his head. “No way man, I’m not getting sucked into this trap! Let’s talk about this woman here, how amazing is she?”
    I glared at Glen but he just smiled. “Listen, my skills are nothing compared to how my father used to do things. He was the really amazing mechanic.”
    Desmond smiled. “I can’t believe that anyone is better than you, but don’t tell José I said that!”
    They all laughed again. José was known for his temper. He liked to do things a particular way and he always kept things simple. He was a wonderful mechanic; it was no wonder that he and my father knew each other.
    “I don’t know about anyone else, but I know that for our team, you have been a Godsend in more ways than one,”