Page 6 of Danger

Chapter3

Danger

I want to laugh at the seriousness in Monterey’s emerald-green eyes right now. They sparkle with fire and ice simultaneously. And with her fair skin and dark brown hair, she has to know how beautiful she is. The right combination of sophistication and sex. She’s so fucking pretty. I bet she bathes in the compliments I’m sure she receives from all the men in this industry. It’s her wardrobe. Like the dress she’s wearing right now. Casual, yet classy. A dress that clings to her body and has a slit clear up the side of one leg. She wears them all the time, all in different patterns, and it’s hard to turn away from her when she’s around. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits just a little, and I take the opportunity to check them out.

When she mentioned earlier about cutting me from the team I realized how serious this shit is. I need to pull my act together and fast.

Sure, I like having fun. I mean, who doesn’t, but I need to get my head on straight and win the next ten races. Or else.

Because here’s the thing.

This is my one chance to fix my fucked up life. Losing isnotan option for me.

I stare at Monterey, waiting on her next move.

“Bill, write up a contract.” She stares back at me. “And if you break one thing on this contract I will kill you, slowly and painfully.” She turns, leaving the room and taking all the air with her as she leaves me in this stifling room with her father and his lawyer.

“She’s gonna be a lot of fun,” I say with a laugh.

But Luther and Bill don’t laugh with me. “Get to bed. You stay here now, and you’ll be under her watchful eye for the rest of the tour.”

“Yes, sir.” I leave the room, wandering upstairs to the guest room I’ve stayed in before.

In the hallway, right outside my room, waits Monterey.

She’s really something quite exquisite. Her long brown hair is braided, and flung over her right shoulder. Her eyes are a captivating shade of green like from an emerald, and her skin’s like porcelain. She’s the type of woman other women aspire to be like.

“Hey,” I say, moving closer to her.

“If you screw this up, I will make sure you never race again. Trust my word, Danger. This isn’t a threat, it’s a promise.”

I hang back, crossing my arms over my chest. “I want this just as much as you want me out.”

“God, I hope that’s true. Now get to sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

I head inside, leaving Monterey and her beauty in the hallway. I take in deep gulps of air as I move toward the bed. I feel like I’m suffocating.

Maybe racing tonight was not the best move, but sometimes when the demons threaten to spill over I crave control.

It’s almost like a drug.

I pull the piece of paper out of my jeans pocket that Brax gave to me.

Cole Danforth.

Yes, the race tonight was definitely worth it. I wouldn’t have gotten this name without it.

I suck in a deep breath, moving closer to the bed to try to get some sleep. But I know sleep will never come.

Not for me.

The demons demand too much of my headspace.

I try to think about Monterey. What it will be like to pretend to be in a relationship with her. My dick ticks to life, but I stop the thoughts just as quickly as they entered.

Usually to quiet the demons, I take a car around the track. Most times I just fuck a pretty girl. Sometimes she doesn’t even have to be that pretty.

Usually a good fuck quiets the demons for a little while. Sometimes even a heavy-handed pour of bourbon will chase away the monsters dwelling deep within my mind.

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