Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)(84)
Beck had dismissed Brittley completely at this point, his gaze scorching me with its intensity. “You hit me, Riley Jameson,” he growled slowly. “You didn’t trust me, believing the word of a fucking lying skank. Right now, I’m about ready to take a hand to your ass.”
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression neutral, even though my insides were doing a happy sexy dance at the thought of Beck losing control with me. “Promises, promises,” I purred. It got me hot pushing him, because angry Beck might be scary, but he was also sexy as hell.
“What is wrong with you?” Brittley screamed then, her hands fisting in her hair. “She’s trailer trash. Poor and pathetic. She’s not good enough for you.”
Beck’s attention went to her for the first time since she’d stepped into the hall, and I almost felt sorry for her, because the look on his face was not one I would want directed at me.
“Riley is worth a hundred of you,” he said soft and menacing. “If you value your life, and the life of your family, you’ll stay the fuck away from her. Don’t talk to her. Don’t look at her. Don’t breathe in her direction.”
Brittley looked like she was going to pee herself right there in the hall, and it took Jade three attempts to finally get her friend moving away from us. I still felt somewhat sorry for her, because I’d been reasonably sure of how this situation would go down.
“Come on, heartbreaker,” I said with a smile. “We’re late for class.”
This was becoming the story of my life.
22
That night, Beck didn’t even give me a choice. He just drove me straight to his house after school, and I didn’t complain. As badly as I hated to admit it, I was falling for him. He made me feel safe, and in a world where people were literally trying to kill me, that was a big deal.
Once again, I slept in his arms and didn’t have a single nightmare. He kept my darkness at bay. Thursday was much of the same, and I kept waiting for something to burst this perfect little bubble my world was currently in.
Friday at school I spent the day giddy with excitement and anxious Beck would catch me out on my lie of omission. Eddy had already declared that I’d be getting ready at her house, and we would meet the boys at the race. I didn’t believe for a second that Beck would actually just leave me alone with Eddy, but at least it was Evan on Riley Duty again, and we were pretty sure he’d be curious enough to let it all play out.
“Fuck me, you look dangerously sexy,” Eddy muttered as she admired her handiwork a full half hour before the race was due to begin. Once again, she’d chosen my outfit, and done my hair and makeup for me. She was right, though. I looked all kinds of dangerous in charcoal jeans, black crop top and leather over-the-knee boots with killer heels. “You’re going to kick their asses,” she breathed, grinning from ear to ear. “Are you okay driving in those heels though? I thought you needed like… flats or some shit?”
“Yeah, if you’re an amateur,” I snickered. Not that I had a huge amount of experience driving in heels but I had total faith in my abilities, heels or not. Laughing nervously, I tossed my dark curls over my shoulder. Eddy had put some sort of magical serum in it that made it look like I’d just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. “Let’s just hope I don’t choke and end up totaling Jasper’s baby.”
Eddy cringed. “Don’t joke, babe. Jasper would murder you ... and that’s only if there was anything left after Beck was done. Come on, we have a race to get to.” She grabbed her phone and started tapping out a message while we headed through to the garage where Jasper’s canary yellow Lamborghini waited for us. “Just telling Evan to keep his trap shut,” she told me, waving her phone in the air. “He’ll see Jasper’s car and assume it’s me driving, but the last thing we need is for him to mention it to Beck. A suspicious Beck is a scary Beck.”
I grimaced at the idea of Beck catching me out before the race. His temper ran hot most of the time but something like this, I could imagine him finally making good on that promise to turn me over his knee and smack my ass right there in the street in front of his friends.
Ugh, why did that idea turn me on so hard?
I clicked the key fob and the gull wing doors lifted to allow Eddy and me into the car. From the glove compartment, she pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to me.
“Keep that in your lap,” she suggested, “I don’t want anyone seeing me give you money when we get there. Jimmy gets really worked up about people paying their own entry to race.”
“Got it,” I said, glancing at the wad and estimating it was a similar amount to the last buy-in. Two hundred thousand at least. So much money it made me ill, but then again I was driving a car worth more than double that.
“Let’s do this.” I grinned at Eddy and gunned the engine as the automatic doors opened. Evan was lurking near the gates in his own car—a Porsche 918 Spyder this time—and he smoothly pulled out into the road behind us. The Lambo had such darkly tinted windows that I knew Eddy was right, Evan would assume it was her driving, so I kept my speed checked and didn’t show off. Not yet, anyway.
Eddy directed me to the race start point, and instructed me on the course as we drove. It all sounded pretty straight forward, and we’d driven over it casually during our lunch break, so I wasn’t too worried. Nope, the deranged butterflies that were flapping around madly inside of me were all for Beck.