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

shooting a quick
glance at Bex, “Are you just bummed that Enzo—?”
    “No,” I snap, “Wrong. Oh well. I’ll just let you two get
back to whatever it is you’re doing. I wouldn’t want to intrude on any private
moment. Or pry into your personal lives. It’s not really my style. It’s not
really what civilized people do.”
    “Why don’t you get our stuff,” Bex says to Charlie, “I’m
gonna walk Siena down—”
    “I’m fine on my own, Bex,” I say, a little more harshly than
I mean to, “See you love birds in Moscow, I guess.”
    I charge past them, hot tears pricking my eyes. If Charlie
has anything to do with those photos, as I’m guessing he does, this is a double
betrayal. It’s bad enough that he’s probably involved, but if Bex is moony-eyed
over him all of a sudden...it’s too much. Is there anyone on this entire season
that I can trust?
    Dad, Enzo, Gus, and the other guys of Team Ferrelli are all
waiting in the lobby by the time I get downstairs. A stormy silence hangs over
them all, despite the falsely cheerful smiles they’re all wearing. Everyone is
trying to pretend like nothing is wrong after our second place finish, but
they’re doing a piss-poor job. The truth is that deep down everyone is scared
shitless about Harrison. That includes me, for different reasons, of course.
    “Have you seen Charlie?” Gus asks, as I draw up to the
group.
    “Oh, I’m sure he’ll be coming in a second,” I say dryly,
noting my accidental double entendre.
    Oh God...I wonder how far things have gotten between Bex and
Charlie? They must have been eyeing each other the whole time this season’s
been going on, and I never even noticed. Thinking about the two of them
together makes me incredibly sad. If everything with Harrison wasn’t about to
go to shit, I’d think it was wonderful that they were getting together. But if
Bex is sidling up to Charlie just as he prepares to ruin my chances of
happiness, then I’m going to lose them both.
    Of course, there’s always the chance that Charlie has
nothing to do with those pictures. Sure, he’s the most likely suspect, but if
he really has been carrying on with Bex this whole trip, would he have the
extra time to be tailing me and Harrison? Maybe there’s someone else out there
who’s just as eager to keep us apart. Someone who’d be willing to put a
permanent stain on Harrison’s racing career if it meant breaking us apart.
    “Oh no...” Dad mutters, looking toward the hotel’s entrance.
    I follow his gaze across the lobby and feel my insides twist
painfully. Through the sliding glass doors strides Team McClain, with Harrison
Davies front and center. I barely notice Bex and Charlie slip in among our
number as Harrison spots us across the space. His eyes linger on me for just a
moment, but I can read the question in his eyes even from here. He’s wondering
why I’m not responding to his texts, whether I’m angry that he beat my brother,
if anything is different between us. The short answer is, of course, that
things are very different between us now. But how can I tell him that without
pissing off my blackmailer?
    The other young people of Team McClain stroll in after
Harrison. Andy and Cora walk arm in arm beside him while Sara and Shelby linger
behind, their eyes buried in their iPhones. One by one, they spot me across the
way. Cora and Andy give friendly smiles, Sara manages a little wave, and Shelby
raises her cold eyes right to mine. I watch as the faintest hint of a smile
plays across her lips—and it’s not the friendly kind, either.
    Shelby. Of course. Why didn’t I think of her straight away?
She could easily be the mystery caller who’s threatening to out me and Harrison
as a couple. From the start, it was clear she didn’t like me. And she was there
that first night in Barcelona when things first started to heat up between
Harrison and I. Could she really have been trailing us from then on out,
lurking in shadows, waiting to snap