Page 317 of Fatality

I push myself off my car and walk to my office, my comm buzzes.

I snatch it, annoyed, I was about to do my pre-race ritual—roll my shoulders, crack my knuckles, drink a Nitro, stretch and spare with Varek.

I growl and a message appears from Riven.

I blink once, twice then burst out laughing, clutching my stomach. When I finally calm down, I shake my head in disbelief.

I don't reply but the smile never leaves my lips.

After our night at the club—drinking, dancing, and somehow ending up talking with her friends, I've decided they're just as much of a disaster as she is.

Jules looked at me like I was a monster.

Which, to be fair, I am.

But after a few drinks, she was jabbing a finger into my chest, bluntly informing me that if I ever hurt Riven, she'd peel the skin off my balls.

Charlie didn't even bother threatening me, she just kept looking from me, to Riven then back to me again.

Her eyes always landed on the hand resting on Riven's neck. She never said a word to me.

Instead, she laughed and teased Riven so relentlessly that Riven eventually had to strangle her just to make her shut up.

I like them, they're funny. It's a good trio.

Not threatening her, so I don’t give a fuck.

Riven was fucking magnificent in that outfit. The bare skin drove me crazy.

Just the thought of how tight and wet she was when I fucked her against the counter in the toilets makes me painfully hard.

I shift uncomfortably.

I spent the whole night glaring and growling at every man who so much as looked in her direction.

One idiot actually tried to talk to her. He ended up with a glass bottle shattered across his skull.

After that, no one else came anywhere near our table.

What I can't stop thinking about, though, is the charm.

She still wears it even after I told her there was a tracker inside.

She is wearing it.

She is wearing something I made.

She is wearing me.

I don't understand what the fuck I'm feeling. I just know that when she looked at me like that, I had to pour every ounce of possessiveness, obsession, lust, and every other fucked-up thing inside my head into that kiss.

I don’t want to think about it now, I have a race to win and a woman to show everyone that she owns me.

I shake out my whole body, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet.

Varek steps into my office.

“Ready for the ritual?” he asks, his voice as calm as ever.