Part 2His So-Called Love

On race day, the mountain wind howled.

The atmosphere was electric, everyone eager to watch an utter slaughter.

The cold seeped into my bones while Chase zipped up Blair's jacket.

Blair whined, begging him to be her co-driver.

Chase smoothly brushed her off and walked over to me.

"Tonight, I'm your navigator."

Not far away, Blair shot me a look of venomous hatred.

I looked away, dodging the hand he tried to rest on my shoulder. "No need. I found someone else." With that, I waved toward the crowd.

A tall man in a black leather jacket stepped forward.

"This is my navigator, Sean."

His sharp jawline, striking features, and commanding aura instantly drew every eye.

Chase lost his temper instantly. "Harper! When did you go behind my back to pick up some random street trash?!"

"Oh my god, Chase, how does Harper even know someone like him..." Blair piped up, fanning the flames.

"Who is he?" Chase frowned.

"Sean used to be a pro racer. Banned for doping... A total degenerate."

"Cut the crap, let's start," I cut off Blair's insults, pulled my helmet on, and climbed into the car.

Three days. Even under a pro's guidance, I barely managed to memorize the route and keep the car upright.

Yet Blair still treated me like a rival to destroy.

When the brakes failed, my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

We were hurtling down a winding mountain pass. If I couldn't stop, we were dead.

"Brakes don't just die on these cars. Someone tampered with them," Sean said, staying deadly calm.

Blair's face flashed in my mind.

Bravo, Blair!

I desperately tried to downshift and brake, but with little luck. The narrow, steep incline sent us smashing against the rock wall again and again.

At the very last second, a solid body threw itself over me.

The Lins were new money. Rich, sure, but nothing compared to the Montgomeries.

Once I recovered, I didn't go after Blair directly, because I knew someone else would put her in her place.

And I knew that when his muse got punished, Chase would come take it out on me.

When Chase stormed into my bedroom, I was resting with my eyes closed.

A broken bone takes months to heal.

Unsurprisingly, Chase hadn't visited me once in the hospital.

Yet the second his darling girl ran into trouble, he came kicking down my door.

He swept everything off my desk with an arm, yelling:

"Why did you tattle to my mom?! Harper, are you five years old?!

Now Blair's banned from her racing tournament! Happy now?!"