“Don’t say a word,” he mutters.
My spine locks.
“Jerry?” someone questions.
If he expects me to brush this under the rug for the second time, I will destroy the entire fucking sport if I have to.
I vibrate with quiet anger. “I will not let him get away with this again. Noah Halston was just taken by fucking helicopter because of my father–”
The man slaps the table. “Don’t!”
I grip the sides of the chair.
“Jerry, what’s going on?”
He turns his screen toward us. “Watch.”
Instead of the crash replaying in front of us, it’s a red-and-yellow car zipping around each corner faster than the one before.Then, he does something and switches the feed over to my last race as a Pierce driver instead of Vanstone.
It’s seconds before my brakes give away.
My braking is a replica from what Beau’s was today, even though his lasted longer than mine. Both of our cars reacted in the same way–temps grew too high, and the brakes went out.
“Illegal modification,” someone notes.
I bite my tongue, and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.
Fucking finally.
My head falls forward, and a rush of relief flows into my body.
“Did you willingly drive knowing that you had modifications?”
I raise my chin.
Jerry points at me, and his eye twitches. “Be careful with your words.”
Understood.
I shake my head and answer without technically answering. “Why do you think I switched teams?”
At the same time, the door barrels open, and my father stands there with dried blood smeared across his face. “That’s a fucking lie.”
The steward closest to me speaks up. “This is a closed meeting, Lucas.”
His icy glare lands on me. “He’s lying!”
He thinks I’ve told them everything. I lean back in my seat and raise a brow. “About?”
“You’re trying to get back at me for threatening to tell Vince that you’re fucking his daughter.” The haughtiness in his tone from revealing something much less worrisome than what just occurred on the circuit is pathetic.
My jaw aches when he pulls out his phone.
He tosses it on the table, and I already know it’s the photo of Tessa and me, in the act.
The first steward gapes at it, but before anyone else can get a good look, I snatch it out of their possession and chuck it across the room. It hits the wall with force and lands on the floor.
“Did you really think I was going to allow you to disrespect her in my presence?” I shake my head angrily and try to keep my temper in check. “I gave you a warning after what you pulled in Italy where she was concerned.” My ears burn from the rise of my blood pressure. “I know it may be hard to hear this, but there are more important things than this fucking sport and winning.”
