“I will fucking end you for this,” Lucas threatens while being helped up by someone on his team.
Rome shakes his head and points a finger at him. “Just like I’ll end you for that.” He gestures to the wrecked cars. “I am done with the threats and the dangerous game you’re playing.”
I step backward as confusion and shock set in.
Rome’s name is called to the stewards, and both Dylan and Graham release him. Lucas’s eyes narrow into slits, and Rome smiles sickeningly at him.
Nausea rips through me, and I grab onto my stomach.
His back is to me as he walks over to the golf cart awaiting him, and then they take off in the opposite direction toward the FIA’s race control center.
Chapter Forty-Six
ROME
Everything is fucked.
My throat is tight with worry, my shoulders tense with anger. Each stride I take down the long hallway toward the steward’s room is another step I take toward ending my career.
An entire scandal is going to come of this.
There will be legal fees and fines.
But none of that deters me from spewing the truth.
There is much more at stake than my career, validity as a driver, and reputation.
No one will trust me after this comes out—maybe not even Tessa, despite Vince holding onto this secret too, because I have more than just one secret.
Pain comes with the thought of losing her. Sharp, soul-crushing pain. There are consequences, though, and losing her might be mine.
The door opens, and all the stewards, each in their white collared shirts, stare at me from the long table lined with monitors. I glance behind me to the door shutting in my face.
The silence is deafening.
I swallow and take a seat at the one open chair at the end of the table.
The men have the crash pulled up onto the screen but paused right as Noah’s car splits into pieces.
He wasn’t conscious.
The thought alone pulls me to open my mouth.
“I should’ve come to you sooner. But legally…” My words trail.
One of them eyes me closely. “Did you sign an NDA?”
I nod. “I did, but after what just happened out there…” I point to the screen. “I refuse to ignore it any longer.”
Not to mention the threats, drugging Tessa, and so much more.
I force a breath from my tight lungs and place my hands flat on the table. “My father–”
“Don’t.”
I flick my eyes to the man at the very end of the table, who’s pressing a button on his keyboard. It clicks every few seconds as he replays something over and over again.
“Don’t what?” I ask.
