Page 27 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

Izzy

It's been over two weeks since my father’s accident and he still hasn’t woken up yet and it’s taking a toll on me. Xavier is taking me out on a date tonight to our favorite Italian restaurant.

He dropped me off at my house late this afternoon, so I could get ready. He’ll be here around nine, and it’s eight o’clock now. There have been no more leads to my father's accident and we are all relaxing a little.

Last night’s race went well, and I won my feature again. We went back to his house and had hot, crazy sex. I take a deep sigh thinking about the many ways Xavier made me scream his name in passion.

Now I’m all worked up again as I get into the shower. The steam surrounds me as I lather up, imagining Xavier’s hands all over me again. These past two weeks have been pure bliss, full of love, racing, and great sex.

As I turn off the shower and dry off, I hear a loud thump coming from downstairs. My heart’s beating quickly as I quickly throw on a pair of black yoga pants and a dark blue tank top. I quietly open the bathroom door when I hear another thump and a curse. It’s a male voice downstairs.

I sneak to my room, quietly close my door, and lock it.

Panic is setting in as I grab my phone from my dresser.

No one has a key to the house, not even Xavier.

I make my way quickly into my walk-in closet and hide in the back behind a bunch of clothes hanging up.

I dial Xavier’s number with shaky hands.

My heart is thumping loudly in my chest as I pray he picks up. I hear the stairs creak, whoever is in my house is making their way up them. Footsteps pause at my door and I hear the handle jiggle as Xavier picks up his phone.

“Hey babe, miss me already?" Xavier says in my ear. I can’t answer him right away, fear gripping my voice. “Izzy, are you there?" Xavier asks, his voice is laced with worry. I finally find the courage to talk as the doorknob rattles again.

“X, please help someone’s in here,” I whisper into the phone. I hear him move around on the other end.

“I’m on my way. Stay on the line with me. Where are you?"

“I’m in my closet. Hurry whoever it is, is trying to get in my room." Tears are in my eyes as the door rattles again and a curse follows. I jump as they slam their fists into the door. “X, please hurry.” Pleading in my voice.

“Izzy don’t move. I’m almost there.” Anger lacing Xavier’s voice. Breathing into the phone from running, I hear him say, “Holy fuck. Son of a fucking bitch. I’m right outside your back door. I’m going to call Christian. I love you, B. I’ll take care of this."

The line goes silent before I could answer him.

The slamming of fists and cursing on the other side of my bedroom door suddenly stops.

My ears are ringing, my hands are shaking, and my heart is beating rapidly in my chest as the quietness settles in.

There is only silence outside my door, so I slowly creep out of my closet.

I stand up and cautiously make my way to my door.

I unlock the knob and turn it quietly, just barely opening it when a shadow crosses my door.

A scream rips from my throat and I slam the door shut when the shadow rams my door.

I sit on the floor and brace the door with my feet, trying to keep it shut against the hits.

Tears streaming down my face, my fight or flight instincts have kicked in.

I brace the door with everything I have, not giving up.

“MOTHER FUCKER!" I hear Xavier shout from the bottom of the stairs, the rage in his voice is frightening.

The banging on my door stops and footsteps running down the stairs. I hear a grunt and someone falls hard hitting the floor. I rip open my bedroom door, the only thing running through my mind is the safety of Xavier.

I reach the top of the stairs and Xavier’s lying at the bottom, not moving.

I run down to him as fast as my shaky legs will let me.

When I reach him, he lets out a little grunt and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Blue and red lights are flashing through the little foyer window as I run my hands down his face.

“X,” I whisper. Tears still streaming down my face. “X! Wake up, please,” I beg him.

I cradle his head in my lap as the cops bust down my front door, guns drawn. Christian is taking point and holsters his gun when he reaches us, and the rest of his team searches my house.

“Izabella, are you all right?" He asks crouching down next to us. I can’t find my voice right now and just nod my head. Xavier lets out a moan and grabs his head.

“Izzy,” Xavier whispers.

“Shh, I’m right here X,” I say, caressing his face.

Xavier opens his entrancing eyes, relief is written all over his face. He sits up, swaying against the wall, still a little dizzy.

“Whoa,” Christian says. “Take it easy Xavier. Don’t get up just yet." Looking at me Christian asks. “Izabella, what happened?"

I clear my throat trying to find my voice.

“I was in the bathroom. I just got out of the shower and heard a thump downstairs followed by a loud curse. It was a man’s voice.

I hurried to get dressed and ran into my room.

I shut the door, locked it, and hid in my closet.

I called Xavier just as whoever broke in started pounding on my door.

Xavier said he would call you and was on his way over.

The pounding on my door suddenly stopped and I came out of the closet.

I opened my bedroom door just a little when I saw a shadow move towards me.

I slammed my door shut and braced my feet against it when the man rammed into it hard.

I heard Xavier shout from the bottom of the stairs.

The guy stopped trying to get into my room and I heard a grunt and the sound of someone hitting the floor.

I opened my door and found Xavier lying at the bottom of the stairs. Then you guys came in."

I wipe the tears away with a shaky hand. Xavier finally gets his bearings and sits up against the wall.

His hands are cradling his head when one of Christian's men approach us. “Sir, can I have a word?” He asks Christian.

Christian stands up and looks at us. “Don’t move, either of you." He walks to the officer and they’re talking in hushed voices, agitation ripping through his body.

I move next to Xavier against the wall and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me against him, his arms around my waist, holding me close.

“I was so scared for you, B. When I heard you scream, I lost it,” he whispers. I have his head cradled against my chest, breathing rapidly.

“It’s OK now, X. I’m fine, a little shaken up, but fine." He pulls his head from my chest, his eyes are filled with regret as he stares into mine.

“I should have never let my guard down,” he says quietly.

“Xavier, it’s not your fault. Whoever did this, that is on him, not you or anyone else." I cup his face in my hands and kiss his lips.

“I was afraid something happened to you and I would never get to kiss these perfect lips again,” he says. He leans his forehead against mine and I breathe him in.

“When I saw you at the bottom of the stairs not moving.” Emotions choking my throat. “I thought you were dead." Xavier wipes the tears falling down my cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere B. It will take more than a knock to the head to keep me away from you.” His eyes pierce mine.

Christian walks back over to us, anger flashing in his brown eyes. “Can you stand up yet Xavier?” Christian asks gently. Xavier nods his head and slowly stands up. I can see the pain on his face and I get up to help him.

“Come sit on the couch and I’ll have someone bring you ice for your head,” Christian says. I lead him to the living room, taking in the damage done to my home. I gasp, “Mother fucking asshole!” I scream.

Rage consumes me when I look around. The living room is torn up.

Magazines are everywhere on the floor, the coffee table’s turned upside down.

The T.V. is on the floor, the curtains and my dad’s chair are ripped to shreds.

Drawers from the end tables are dumped on the floor, and the pictures lining the walls are knocked down.

It looks like they were looking for something.

“How in the fuck did I not hear any of this while I was in the fucking shower?" I ask. I help Xavier sit on the couch and Christian brings in ice wrapped in a towel.

“Thanks, bro,” Xavier says and puts the ice on the back of his head.

Christian stands next to us, his navy blue uniform in pristine condition.

His muscles bulging through his shirt when he crosses his arms, his pants fitting tight.

His black police issued shoes are shining.

Christian’s gun belt strapped around his waist, his gun on the right side, the base of his walkie on the left and a pair of cuffs are next to it.

He has a pissed-off look in his brown eyes, his body tense as he surveys the damage. Christian’s eyes finally land on us and a look of compassion crosses his face. I can see why Mia’s so attracted to him. He gives off an air of authority, protecting those who need it.

He turns his walkie down. “OK, let’s figure out what happened. I feel like this is my fault.” Christian says as he sits down next to us on the couch. It was the only thing in the living room that was not torn up.

“Christian, this isn’t your fault,” I reassure him.

“Yes, it is. I can’t catch a break on your dad’s case and now your house is broken into and you were terrorized.

It’s my job to protect those around me and I failed two of my friends.

” He steeples his hands in front of him, pain and anger lacing his voice.

Christian turns to Xavier, “Tell me what you saw. "

Xavier sits up and removes the ice from his head. I take it from him and hold it on his head. He gives me a tight smile and turns his attention to Christian.