Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(9)

The next lap I focused on catching up to the number eighteen car.

“Bumper. Door. Door. Bumper. Clear! You cleared the eighteen,” Russ shouted as I ran the line that had been working for me all day.

“Please tell me Emmit is watching this on TV and wishing his ass was back out here!” I said as I took the white flag.

“One to go. All clear.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I came around turn three.

“Where is he?”

Russ came over my headphones. “You’re clear by at least two car lengths. Lap traffic coming up, go high.”

Coming out of turn four, I took it high and passed the lap traffic and took the checkered flag.

“I can’t believe it!” I shouted amongst all the whooping and hollering. “We f*cking did it, boys! Yes!”

The Daytona 500. I just won the f*cking Daytona 500.



By the time I made it back to my trailer, I was exhausted. Almost every other driver had pulled out already as I climbed up the steps and pulled the door open. Sitting on the sofa was a pretty brunette with her hair pulled up and piled on top of her head.

“Congrats on the big win,” she said as she popped a giant pink bubble.

With a grin as wide as ever, I held my arms open as my baby sister bounced up and jumped into my arms. “What in the hell are you doing here, Autumn?”

“Surprising my big brother. Although there is one very pissed off girl who thought she was going to be getting lucky tonight until I had to send her away.”

Laughing, I pulled her in tighter. “Please tell me Sophie is with you.”

“Yep, she is crashed in your bed. Sorry. I know you’re exhausted.”

I held her out and took her in. “You look beautiful. Where’s Jake?”

Her smile dropped and I instantly wanted to hurt the guy just from the look in her eyes. “He um . . . he told me he needed to take a break.”

My head pulled back as I stared at her in disbelief. “Take a break from what?”

With a shrug, she said, “Our marriage. The life we made, the child we have together.”

“That son-of-a-bitch. I’m going to f*cking kill him. I told you something like this was going to happen. I never trusted that *!”

Autumn squeezed my arms. “Listen, Malcolm, it was a long shot that our marriage would even work, ya know? We got married way too young and had Sophie way way too young.”

“How does he not want his own child?” I fumed.

“I didn’t say he didn’t want her. He doesn’t want her full time.”

My fingers laced through my hair as I paced back and forth. “That doesn’t even make a f*cking lick of sense, Autumn.”

The door opened and Hank walked in. Since Emmit wasn’t racing, Hank requested to drive for me. I welcomed him with open arms. The guy was easy going and one hell of a good poker player.

“Hey, Hank. This is my sister, Autumn. This is Hank, my driver.”

Reaching his hand out, Hank gave Autumn a polite grin and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine. I hope you don’t mind a few stowaways aboard the bus?”

Hank glanced around looking for someone else as he said, “Nope. No bother to me.”

Motioning toward the back of the bus, I said, “My niece, Sophie, she’s five and currently crashed on my bed.”

Hank smiled. “Gotcha. The more the merrier.”

Hank made his way to the driver’s seat while I turned back to Autumn. “Listen, let me go shower and we’ll talk okay?”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she quickly got herself under control. “Sounds good. Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich or something?”

Pulling her toward me, I kissed her forehead. “Sounds good, sis.”

Making my way to the bathroom, I snuck into the bedroom and grabbed sweats and a T-shirt. Glancing down at the princess sleeping on my bed, I felt that familiar tug on my heart. The same one I felt at Emmit and Adaline’s place when I was playing with Landon.

“Jesus, I need to get laid,” I whispered as I headed into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later I was sitting across from my sister, listening to her tell me how her husband decided their marriage was over.

“He bought plane tickets a few weeks ago for us to come and surprise you here for the race. Then, last night he decided was a good time to let me know he needed to take a step back and find himself.”

My fists balled up as I said, “You realize I want to make him feel pain, right?”

With a lighthearted laugh, Autumn rolled her eyes. “I’m sure the punch on the jaw from me last night gave him a little dose of pain.”

My eyes widened. “You punched him?”

She looked at me like I was insane. “Of course I did. I grew up with you; I know how to throw a good punch.” Lifting her hand, it was swollen twice its size.

“Shit! Autumn, you should have ice on that.”

Waving me off, she shook her head. “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did last night.”

I jumped up and walked into the kitchen area. Grabbing a hand towel, I put some ice in it and walked back over to her. “Here, put this on there, it will make me feel better.”

With a huff, she took it and placed it on her hand. “Ice isn’t really going to help it now, Malcolm.”