Page 76 of Love Me

Abigail gasps. “Oh my god.”

I wonder how she would react to hearing who was responsible. I look right at Kaden, and he shrugs. “I have the bigger picture in mind,” he whispers.

“Do you have any idea who could have done this?” Felix asks while we remain perfectly still. “Don’t worry, I already sent a crew.”

“Where will we stay now?” Abigail replies.

“You can come live with us,” Mia suggests.

“We could all stay with them,” I offer.

“I don’t like the idea,” Felix pipes up.

Of course not, you damn snake. You won’t be able to follow our every move.

“Father, with all due respect, we need a place to stay until our house is renovated. Their house is a suitable alternative,” Kaden says.

A vein might burst on Felix’s neck. Hate when things don’t go your way, huh?

“Fine, but you’ll move right back in after the renovations.”

Kaden nods, shoving his hands into his pockets.

When Felix leaves, Abigail opens her mouth to speak, but Kaden pulls her to his side. From the outside, it looks like a lover’s embrace, but when he tells her what I assume is we’re being watched, she freezes and nods a second later.

Hunter and Bailey do that thing again, glaring intensely at each other. I don’t know what to think of those two.

When the night ends and the adrenaline spike crashes, tiredness weighs me down.

“See you tomorrow,” I say, waving at Mia and Hunter.

I get in my car and watch as everyone drives away, one after the other: family, friends, and enemies. We’re quite a curious mix.

I leave the Family’s compound and find myself at the cliffs where a figure is hunched over. I step out of the car, and the guy snaps his head to me. Recognition flares in both of our eyes.

We’ve crossed paths a few times. He’s a racing star, and something is going on between him and Abigail.

“Dane.”

“Celine.”

“You have a short fuse.”

He looks over the cliffs, balling his hands at his sides. “An engagement present for those two. Yet, I’m still not fucking feeling better. Why did you come here?”

“It looks peacefully dangerous, and I’m in desperate need of…”

“Of forgetting? I have the perfect idea.”

We get in his Mustang GTD sports car, and he says, “Buckle up.”

He starts the engine, speeding away, and I am sucked into the chair. Laughing, I see the speedometer hit the maximum limit as the ocean passes me by. I feel alive. Exactly what I need right now.

“Wow. Can we do that again?”

He chuckles, and minutes turn to hours as he serves as my personal race car driver. Round and round we go until all that is flowing through my veins is adrenaline.

“This night turned from shitty to bearable,” I say through a yawn.

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