Racing Desires

20. Racing desires

Kiara's POV:

As soon as I speed up, the adrenaline I need so much kicks in. If anyone tells you this rush of adrenaline isn't addicting, they are lying. Even if there would be no money to win, I'd do it. I live for these moments and the kick. Well and all the other feelings, that come with it.

Even the two fighting guys couldn't prevent me, living this dream of mine. For a moment I worried they'd distract me too much, but honestly those two dickheads can sort it out for themselves.

I got this shit, there's only one driver out here tonight who is near my level. Most of the guys here haven't been as long in this as I have and they always underestimate the girl. In the end it's nearly disappointing how easy it was to win.

I step out of my car and enjoy the cheering crowd, even if it's nothing in comparison to the actual race, it's fun. Alex hands me over the four grand from today. As today it's only Sean here with me from my team, he gets one grand and I keep three.

"Hey, why do you get to keep so much?", he complains. "Today we wouldn't have to share with the others."

"Well you pick the car up for me in between, right? And sometimes prepare everything. But I pay everything for the car, all the costs are on me. Besides I'm the one doing the race, right? I pay to be in the race, so it's my risk of losing money too."

"Ha, when was the last time you lost?"

I shush him, because not every newbie needs to know. Let them think they have a chance. I'm crowded by a lot of guys, a lot of them calling out some perv things. Well let them, it's them going home with blue balls and I don't give a shit about it.

Angry eyes meet mine, well too bad for him I'm just as angry. He's simply got to learn, I'm my own boss and I won't put up with this dick attitude of his. Even if he says the same about me.

"I'm off for a ride with Eric", Sean interrupts our staring contest. "So no need to wait for me", he chirps happily, making me chuckle.

"Fine enjoy the ride or whatever", ok I'd rather not think about the things my best friend might be doing.

As soon as I see that stupid asshole Brad approaching me again, I get into my car. Nope, had enough encounters with him tonight and I'm sure not in the mood for more. Actually my mood has dropped quite badly due to these two stupid dickheads anyway.

From what the others said, those two were torn apart, once the race had started but Dean definitely had the upper hand against Brad.

The only satisfaction I feel right now, is having won the race, the bruise forming on Brad's face and the scowl on Nora's. Yes, that was definitely worthwhile seeing.

What scares me more is the look, which is still on Dean's face. Shit, I think this time I'm in deep trouble. Maybe if I'm fast enough to get away, I can get to the place before him and lock myself up until tomorrow. And before work he won't have much time to get to me.

That's it, I put my gear in, honk the horn a couple of times to make the people go away. Damn I've lost him out of sight and I have no idea where he's parked. I speed on my way home, lacing in and out between the other cars, causing some annoyed reactions.

As soon as I hit the parking lot, I'm glad that Dean's car is nowhere to be seen. Now I simply need to get in fast enough. Entering the elevator and hiting the floor, nothing happens.

"Fuck", I mutter. One thing I hadn't thought about, Dean wanted to hand me the code today but obviously he hasn't. Shit, shit, shit.

When Dean approaches the elevator there's a dangerous smirk on his face. He pushes me against the back of the elevator. One hand reaching for the code pad, while the other is stemmed against the wall next to my head.