Traction - Dani Rene Page 0,5
the board yesterday, and it seems they’re concerned. Not having you onsite doesn’t seem to appease them, and to be honest, it doesn’t ease my worries either.”
“This is my legacy, my company, and if you’re not happy with the way I run it, then you’re welcome to see yourself out,” I bite out as frustration takes hold of me. I asked for time. It’s not been long since my father died, and to step into his shoes would be far too much. Not right now. I don’t even know if I want to do that just yet.
“No, no, of course not. I’m sorry, Kayden. I didn’t mean to upset you, but they’re adamant that they want to move forward. We can’t sit on this. There is money to be made.” He speaks as if they don’t have any money. These men make millions every year.
They want for nothing. They drive the most expensive cars, own the largest homes, and flash their cash at special massage spas where their wives have no clue they’re going.
My stomach roils, but I swallow down the bile that rises, and I say, “Fine. I will get all the paperwork together, and I’ll call a meeting when I’m ready.”
“You’ll step down?” I knew it. The fuckers want to steal what’s mine, but they’re not getting it. I’ll fight tooth and nail for what my father built, even if it’s not my passion.
“Step down?” The words are filled with venom, my tone incredulous at his query. “I’ll run the company, and I’ll replace the board if I have to.” My voice is ice, and I would pay good money to see the look on this asshole’s face. I thought he and Dad were friends. I honestly thought they were close, but it seems money speaks louder than loyalty.
“There’s no need for rash decisions.”
“As I said, it’s my company. I’ll make any decision I want. See you when I have the contracts drawn up.” I hang up before he can say anything more and saunter into the garage, as I hold out my hand to one of the head mechanics. I don’t even know his name, but right now, I need to race.
He knows what I want because a second later, there’s a set of keys in my hand. Without taking too much time, I suit up, grabbing a helmet, and ensuring my zip has hissed its way to my neck. Once my safety gear is on, I head to the car and slip into the driver’s seat.
The engine purrs, rumbling around me like a surround-sound echo. The vibration sets my blood alight, and I can’t help the calmness that washes over me.
I could never explain what racing does for me. There’s no way to describe just what it makes me feel, but all I know is, I was born to sit in this seat. Pulling out onto the track, I put my foot down, zero to sixty in a couple of seconds. The force of the acceleration knocking me back, causing a laugh to fall from my lips.
I speed down a long straight, enjoying the scenery rushing by. Nothing is in focus as the blur of green and the boards that sit on the sidelines speed by.
As I take my first lap, my mind skitters back to last night. The party, Sadie, and the girl with the beautiful eyes. The one with those curves I could speed around with my tongue. I’d love to taste and taunt her and make her cry out my name over and over again.
One thing I learned is that speed turns me on. After a race, there’s always a willing body to sink into. And for a moment, I wish that tanned beauty were here. I would love to devour every inch of her.
My hands work the gears, my feet hitting the pedals. But my mind is on her. If I knew her name, I could probably find her. But she disappeared before I had the chance to even approach her. She looked like she didn’t belong there. As if she was new to the scene, and that makes me wonder if I’ll ever see her again.
One night with that caramel goddess, and I’ll be in fucking heaven. By the third lap, I see Colton waving me in, and I slow down as I reach the starting line on the track. He steps toward me when I come to a stop, and he leans in to greet me.
“Listen up. I have a