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Clarissa was the CEO of her daddy’s multi-billion-dollar company, Bettdorff, a very lucrative betting app Daddy had created a few years ago. The company was trying to break into the over-hyped sport of bull riding, by sponsoring riders. She’d seduced him with her sexy ways, and her offers of a large sponsorship, and tempted him into her bed more than once. He’d enjoyed her company, and enjoyed her wealth and influence. Enjoyed the extra money her sponsorship offered. Then, one night, she’d tried to subtly persuade him that it was in his best interest not to win the next round. She wanted him to cheat. To throw the contest, so her other sponsored rider took the honors, instead. There was a lot of money to be made by unscrupulous people betting on the outcome of each competition.
He’d refused to do it and torn up the contract, storming out of her office. That night, he’d had the accident and hadn’t ridden again—until now. Mack had his theories that the accident wasn’t really an accident, at all. But no one seemed to believe him.
Bringing his mind back to the present, he stared out at the parking lot, which was really just a large paddock set aside for the show every year. Where the hell was his truck? Standing on tiptoe, he tried to see over all the vehicles to find his Chevy. Problem was, all the cars were big, four-wheel-drives, and he was having a hard time pinpointing his location. When they’d parked this morning, it’d been in the second to last row, near a fence. Finally, he thought he saw the fence and made his way toward it.
Grumbling to himself, swearing he was going to find that big goon and let him know with his fists just how much he wasn’t afraid of him, Mack wove between the cars, searching for his vehicle, unzipping his vest as he went, and adding it to the pile of gear in his hands.
He rounded the back of another car and there was his Chevy; his hunk of a black truck really did stand out in the crowd of white utes.
Two shadowy figures stood next to the rear wheel of his pickup. Was that Bindi? It sure looked like it. And who was the guy standing next to her? Surely, she hadn’t hooked up with someone? He strode forward, ready to find out what she was up to.
Bindi raised her hand and slapped the man across the face, then screamed when the guy grabbed her by the throat and thrust her back against the car.
What the hell? He broke into a run.
