Sinclair’s strategy.”
It was Eden’s polite way of saying the dick was a lunatic on the track who was overly aggressive and often refused to listen to team instructions—usually to his own peril.
She didn’t even know the worst of it. His behaviour was even worse off the track. There were things I’d learned about him that no one at Sinclair knew or would probably suspect. If Danny had known even a fraction of them, he’d never have signed up the bastard. He’d definitely never have paid extra for the fuckstick.
Now, it was too late for me to say anything. No one would accept my story as the truth. They’d assume it was just sour grapes on my part. I doubted even Eden would believe me if I told her how despicable he truly was.
All I could do was remind myself that it wasn’t anything to do with me. Not anymore. I wasn’t with Sinclair and any choices Danny made didn’t affect me. Even if they did make me feel like I had a thousand eels churning in my gut.
My focus had to be my family, and trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my life. One thing still bugged me though.
Why Hunter? Why now?
“An eye for an eye,” I murmured as the reason became apparent to me.
Both Alyssa’s and Eden’s heads whipped around to me. They’d continued the conversation, but my words had silenced them in an instant.
“What?” Alyssa’s voice prompted me to continue.
“It’s Danny’s version of an eye for an eye. Paige was trying to recruit one of his drivers—”
“So he recruited one of hers,” Eden finished my sentence.
“Exactly.” My voice lacked enthusiasm. Numbness had replaced the anger. “The question would be why Hunter would go from being number one at Wood team to playing second fiddle to Morg.”
“You,” Eden said. “It’s because of you.”
“What?”
“As if you don’t know,” Eden snapped. I felt like we were coming to the reason she’d come in person to deliver the press release. “I’d heard rumours, but I’d never believed that you . . . That you could . . .” Her expression twisted into something I’d never seen on her features before. I couldn’t pin it down exactly. It wasn’t anger, neither was it disappointment, but it seemed to be a bitter cousin of both.
“That I could what, Edie? What do you think it is I’ve done?”
“You were in talks with her, weren’t you? This whole time, I’ve been sticking up for you and you’ve been planning on leaving the team as soon as you could. That’s why Danny wouldn’t listen to me. He’s got other evidence about you and Paige.”
I stood and paced away from the table. It was clear gossip had spread around the ranks of Sinclair long before the magazine came out. No wonder Danny was so fucking quick to believe it. My heart pounded in my throat. “It’s not what you think.”
“So she wasn’t trying to recruit you?”
“No. I mean, yes, I mean, fuck.” Maybe I should have told everyone at Sinclair sooner that Paige had made plenty of noise about wanting me to join her team. Maybe I should have made it crystal fucking clear that I’d turned her down every time. Maybe then Danny would’ve had less reason to doubt my loyalty when the article crossed his desk. My focus was on Eden as I looped back around with my hands trailing through my hair. With my gaze locked with hers, I admitted the truth. “She approached me, okay?”
Eden gave me her best bitch brow.
“A few times, actually. But each time, I told her the same thing.”
“And that is?”
“That I’m Sinclair through and through, and always have been—even before Danny recruited me. That, well, that he gave me a shot at my dream, and I’ve never regretted saying yes.”
In my periphery, I saw Alyssa’s smile fall. Her brows pinched together slightly in pain, and the reason was immediately clear. Fuck! Would my big fucking mouth ever stop causing trouble? By trying to dodge one bullet, I’d stepped
It was Eden’s polite way of saying the dick was a lunatic on the track who was overly aggressive and often refused to listen to team instructions—usually to his own peril.
She didn’t even know the worst of it. His behaviour was even worse off the track. There were things I’d learned about him that no one at Sinclair knew or would probably suspect. If Danny had known even a fraction of them, he’d never have signed up the bastard. He’d definitely never have paid extra for the fuckstick.
Now, it was too late for me to say anything. No one would accept my story as the truth. They’d assume it was just sour grapes on my part. I doubted even Eden would believe me if I told her how despicable he truly was.
All I could do was remind myself that it wasn’t anything to do with me. Not anymore. I wasn’t with Sinclair and any choices Danny made didn’t affect me. Even if they did make me feel like I had a thousand eels churning in my gut.
My focus had to be my family, and trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my life. One thing still bugged me though.
Why Hunter? Why now?
“An eye for an eye,” I murmured as the reason became apparent to me.
Both Alyssa’s and Eden’s heads whipped around to me. They’d continued the conversation, but my words had silenced them in an instant.
“What?” Alyssa’s voice prompted me to continue.
“It’s Danny’s version of an eye for an eye. Paige was trying to recruit one of his drivers—”
“So he recruited one of hers,” Eden finished my sentence.
“Exactly.” My voice lacked enthusiasm. Numbness had replaced the anger. “The question would be why Hunter would go from being number one at Wood team to playing second fiddle to Morg.”
“You,” Eden said. “It’s because of you.”
“What?”
“As if you don’t know,” Eden snapped. I felt like we were coming to the reason she’d come in person to deliver the press release. “I’d heard rumours, but I’d never believed that you . . . That you could . . .” Her expression twisted into something I’d never seen on her features before. I couldn’t pin it down exactly. It wasn’t anger, neither was it disappointment, but it seemed to be a bitter cousin of both.
“That I could what, Edie? What do you think it is I’ve done?”
“You were in talks with her, weren’t you? This whole time, I’ve been sticking up for you and you’ve been planning on leaving the team as soon as you could. That’s why Danny wouldn’t listen to me. He’s got other evidence about you and Paige.”
I stood and paced away from the table. It was clear gossip had spread around the ranks of Sinclair long before the magazine came out. No wonder Danny was so fucking quick to believe it. My heart pounded in my throat. “It’s not what you think.”
“So she wasn’t trying to recruit you?”
“No. I mean, yes, I mean, fuck.” Maybe I should have told everyone at Sinclair sooner that Paige had made plenty of noise about wanting me to join her team. Maybe I should have made it crystal fucking clear that I’d turned her down every time. Maybe then Danny would’ve had less reason to doubt my loyalty when the article crossed his desk. My focus was on Eden as I looped back around with my hands trailing through my hair. With my gaze locked with hers, I admitted the truth. “She approached me, okay?”
Eden gave me her best bitch brow.
“A few times, actually. But each time, I told her the same thing.”
“And that is?”
“That I’m Sinclair through and through, and always have been—even before Danny recruited me. That, well, that he gave me a shot at my dream, and I’ve never regretted saying yes.”
In my periphery, I saw Alyssa’s smile fall. Her brows pinched together slightly in pain, and the reason was immediately clear. Fuck! Would my big fucking mouth ever stop causing trouble? By trying to dodge one bullet, I’d stepped
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