Page 17 of Lust

“Who isn’t nearly as qualified as you.” His hand continues to cup my cheek. “Gabe and I race similar.” He states a fact. “You’ve been the edge that got him over the line. Don’t let your season be over cause your brother can’t see past where he parks his cock at night.”

I don’t know what to say. A part of me wants to defend Gabe—out of habit. Another part of me wants to agree.

He then brushes his lip against mine. “Just give it some thought darling. You’ve got my number.” He glanced back at his house. “I better head in and help her. You managed to get her good.” And he smirked at that, giving me a wink—like I had done him a favour. He then turned and headed back inside. I got in the car but I was stunned. Did I want my season to be over? NASCAR was all I had—I didn’t have businesses like my siblings. I didn’t have billionaires of dollars behind my name. I just had my ability to control a race.

10

Ivory

Family dinners. I hated them. Yet I had about three phone calls from Lincoln I couldn’t miss this one. I had blown the last two off. As a result my older brothers were ‘worried’ about me. They didn’t do stress or ‘worry’. If they had an issue they would meet it head on. So that was how Lincoln got me to this dinner.

I was walking through the mansion known as my family home when I heard the low conversation from the dining room.

Pausing at the entrance. I didn’t want to face them. Gabe had told them about bailing out on the season. My other brothers reactions? Asher called, and so did Links. As for Elle, she turned up at my house. God they were acting like I would be suicidal or something.

I finally walked through the doors. And my eyes landed on my seat more importantly a person in it.

“Well Olivia it is lovely to have you join us.” Mom said from the top of the table.

I think I saw red.

“Ivory,” Links pushed his chair back and got up. “Come down here.” He gestured to the extra chair. I gritted my teeth. So Olivia takes another thing from me.

Walking down the long table, I slumped into the chair next to Links. Giving him an annoyed look. So much for a family dinner.

“Ivory darling, hows…” And dad paused.

“Things are great Dad.” I chimed back, finishing his sentence for him. “Honestly never been happier.” I stopped myself from pointing out there was a dog at the table with us. “How’s business?” I struck up a conversation with my dad, we rarely really talked.

“Good.” He smiled, like me making effort meant something to him. “Still got a position for you if you want it.”

The positions. I sighed. Dad had offered me one, Links had too and so had Asher and Elle she offered for me to be the face of one of her brands.

“All good dad I actually got something in the pipe lines.” I somewhat lied.

“Like?” Gabe piped up, and I glanced down the table at him. I can’t stop my eyes from sharpening at him. Okay, I wasn’t going to lie—I was glaring at him.

“Like none of your business.” I said back with a cold expression. I now noticed Olivia nose hadn’t really healed great.

Gabe was now glaring at me. It would be taking all his self control not to yell at me for what I did.

“You want to be immature?” He challenges me.

I scoffed but kept my response to myself.

“Gabe, please darling don’t.” Mom says. But we all knew the fight was coming.

“You punched Olivia, you are lucky you aren’t on chargers.” He roars up the table at me.

“Mind your tone Gabe.” Links goes to my defence.

“You defending her for acting like a feral?” Gabe fired at Links. “She was brought up better than that. She knows not to get physical.”

“Well what did you expect to happen?” Links threw back at Gabe. “You picked a woman over our sister.”

I was speechless, were my brothers really arguing over this? Link and I never really saw eye to eye but it was clear he didn’t like what Gabe had done.

“Links it’s fine.” I find myself saying, trying to defuse the situation.

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