Page 44 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

Xavier

We arrive at the racetrack at five o’clock. Izzy has been abnormally quiet and it’s worrying me. I’m driving my black Dodge Diesel, hauling our cars behind it. I pull into the dirt driveway and park it in our designated spot.

It’s been our spot since we were little and would come here with our dads.

I turn my truck off and shift my body so I’m facing Izzy sitting in the passenger seat.

It’s just the two of us here, everyone else is driving their own cars and will be here shortly.

I take my hand and rest it on Izzy’s knee giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you OK?" I ask.

Some of her hair falls from her ponytail and I tuck it behind her ear, so I can see her face. Her voice is strong when she answers.

“Yes. I’m fine. Just a little nervous." I turn her head, so she is facing me. Her voice might be strong, but Izzy’s eyes are filled with worry and I want to comfort her.

“It’s going to be fine. You’re going to do great tonight. Just breathe and do what you love to do.” I tell her and move closer.

“I will, thank you,” she says breathlessly. Something catches her eye and she focuses on it, her jaw set hard, anger radiating through her body. “Are you fucking kidding me,” Izzy growls.

She bursts out of the door of the pickup like her ass is on fire. Before I know what’s going on she’s behind the trailer. I get out of the pickup, trying to catch up with her.

Izzy is arguing with someone, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. Just as I reach the back of the trailer, Izzy swings her fist. I hear bones crunching and the person she just hit falls to the ground.

“Stay the fuck away," Izzy growls at the girl crumpled on the ground.

I look down at who Izzy is screaming at and see Lisa.

The bitch who tried to ruin everything for us years ago.

The same one Izzy hit the night she gave me a chance at winning her over.

Lisa was supposed to be banned from the track for life.

Blood is pouring from her nose. I grab Izzy from behind and haul her away from the sobbing girl on the ground before she hits her again.

Tears are in Izzy’s eyes as she stops struggling.

“What the actual fuck is she doing here?" Izzy cries.

I pull her against me, soothing her. “Hey, it’s OK B. I got you. Can you tell me what that was all about?" I ask her.

She gives me a look like I’m stupid. If she was an eye-roller, I’m sure she would have rolled them at my question.

“Duh, she deserved that from years ago. She knew I was here with you, that’s why she did what she did.”

“What did she do?" I ask still confused about what set her off.

Izzy lets out a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

“As soon as we pulled in, the nasty skank slithered her way over here, licking her lips, watching you. She made eye contact with me and flipped me off. Before I hit her, she told me that you’re only with me for pity and she’d fuck you again tonight.

I lost it and hit her. I’m sorry my temper got the best of me X, but she’s had that shit coming again. "

My girl is possessive, and it turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. I kiss her hard, taking her breath away. She moans into my mouth and I nip her bottom lip, bringing her up against me so she can feel what she does to me.

“Woman, you’re driving me crazy,” I say breathlessly against her lips.

Izzy wraps her hands around the back of my neck and tugs my head back to her lips, her fingers running through my hair, pulling it.

I groan against her lips, before kissing her again.

A throat clears behind us and I reluctantly pull my lips away from hers.

I turn my head at the intruder and see a couple of track officials standing behind us with an officer with them. I raise my brow at them.

“Can I help you?" I ask. The track official gives me a stern look.

“Mr. Sweeney, why is there a girl behind your trailer bleeding and crying that Miss Jones hit her?" I shrug my shoulders and Izzy speaks up.

“The skank tripped over my foot, while she was walking by and ran into my fist. She should’ve watched where she was going." I smirk at Izzy’s statement. God her smart mouth is turning me on.

“Why is Lisa even here?" I ask. “She was supposed to be banned for life five years ago when she started a fight with Izzy for no reason.” I give a pointed look at the official. His face flushes.

“I’ll check into that for you, Mr. Sweeney,” he tells me. The track official turns to the cop with him. “Officer please escort the woman out and make sure she doesn’t come back."

The cop nods his head and walks away. I can hear Lisa causing a scene behind us, yelling vulgar things at Izzy. Izzy turns and gives Lisa a wave with her left hand, her engagement ring catching the sun and that sets Lisa off again. The cop is restraining her and dragging her away.

“Very well then.” The track official says. “I hope we have no more tripping and fists tonight. Good luck out there Miss. Jones, Mr. Sweeney.” With that, the official walks away leaving us alone again.

“Now, where were we?" I growl in Izzy’s ear, causing shivers to run down her body.

A deep voice from behind us interrupts us. “Mr. Sweeney? We need to talk."

I let out a deep sigh and turn around. Why can’t people leave us alone for just a few minutes?

When I turn around, I see a tall man dressed in a designer suit standing behind me.

He has two bodyguards on each side of him, their muscles are straining against their black t-shirts.

They have on aviator sunglasses and I can’t see their eyes.

His brown hair slicked back, and his dress shoes are polished to perfection.

I keep Izzy behind me to protect her from the man standing there. There’s something about him that sets me off. My feet are shoulder-width apart, and tension is running through my veins. I’m on high alert for anything to happen.

“Yes, that’s me,” I answer. “Who the fuck are you?"

“That language isn’t necessary,” he says with a raised brow.

“Keep pissing me off and my fucking language won’t be the worst of it,” I respond. “Now who the fuck are you?"

His bodyguards take on a defensive stance as he approaches Izzy and me at my threat.

“Bobby Calabrese,” the man says. “I believe you have had a run-in with my daughter Marie."

My heart beats hard in my chest at the mention of that psychotic bitch. My muscles tense up and I keep my eyes and ears alert.

“What the fuck do you want?" I spit out.

Calabrese is right in front of me now. Izzy is still standing behind me, her hand on my lower back. His bodyguards are right behind him, ready to strike at any sign of danger.

“I had a visit this morning from a friend of yours. I told him I’d take care of Marie.

I wanted to make sure my point was clear.

I will not tolerate anyone doing anything to her.

She is my responsibility. I will deal with her.

” I don’t miss the low and deadly calm sound of his voice. I scoff at him.

“If your psychotic daughter comes anywhere near Izzy or me again, you bet your fucking life I won’t wait for you to take care of it. You want to deal with her, then she better fucking stay away, Mr. Calabrese,” I say, spitting out his name. He smirks at me.

“Very well then, consider this a warning. If anything happens to her, you’ll deal with me personally.” Calabrese says his dark eyes shine with violence.

I shrug my shoulders like I don’t have a care in the world, but inside I’m fighting myself to keep my temper in check.

“Keep her away and we won’t have a problem.

After what she did to me years ago and what she is doing now, I won’t guarantee her safety if I see her here or anywhere.

” I respond, just as low and just as deadly.

“Consider that your warning." Red clouds my vision, zeroing in on the stupid fucker in front of me.

Calabrese takes a small step back and straightens his suit jacket.

“I’m not a man to fuck with Mr. Sweeney.

Remember that.” I watch as he turns and walks away, his bodyguards flanking him as they make their way down the pits.

Izzy’s hands are shaking as she’s hanging onto the back of my t-shirt.

I turn around and pull her into my arms.

“Why did he come here?" Izzy asks.

“I don’t know unless he knows something we don’t.” Izzy holds onto me tight, her arms wrapped around my waist.

“What if she’s here?” Izzy asks quietly. I pull back a little so I can look into her eyes.

“B, I will not let anything happen to you tonight. Everything’s going to be OK, I promise.” My voice is not giving away the concern I have.

“I’m not worried about me X, I’m worried about you.

While you’re watching my back, who’s watching yours?

I feel like I’m a helpless victim here and that pisses me off.

I’m anything but helpless. If anything happens to you, I won’t survive.

” She whispers the last part. A tear escapes her eye and I gently wipe it away with my thumb.

“We have so much protection here, nothing is going to happen to either of us,” I tell her.

Izzy raises an eyebrow at me. “Who? Who is going to protect us? So far no one has been able to fucking help us. This shit is driving me nuts and I’m losing my fucking mind, X. How are we going to stay safe here tonight with all these people and drivers?" Anger is radiating from her voice.