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“Natalya,” he growls, standing, his fists clenched by his sides. “Was she alone with your drink at any point?”
“What? No…She wouldn’t. She was being nice, looking after me,” I tell him, not believing she has it in her to do something so cruel. There must be another explanation.
“Was she alone with it?” he asks again, he’s gritting his teeth, trying to rein his anger in so I don’t feel the full force.
“I left to take a call, I think. Yes, you called me. And I might have gone to the restroom?” The details are still hazy, my head feeling a little like it’s full of cotton. Like I’m underwater and trying to listen to what is happening above.
“The most important thing for you to do now is rest. We don’t want you overexerting yourself. Try and hydrate and get some rest, I’ll come by and see you later,” the doctor says, a kind smile gracing his face as he hands the nurse my notes and moves on to his next patient.
I was drugged? There must be some mistake. I was just having lunch. We were gossiping about the paddock, about the upcoming race. Natalya was telling me about her career. And I told her…
“I…” I think I’m going to be sick. She wouldn’t, would she?
“Rosie?” Brody kneels down beside my bed to look me in the eye. The combination of anger and anguish breaks my heart.
“I vaguely remember telling her about Tyler. She was telling me about how you two had a thing and that she thought you didn’t do relationships.” The conversation over lunch comes back to me in a jumble. Snippets here and there coming through the fog. “She thought we were an odd match.” My stomach twists as I wonder if she has it in her to be so spiteful.
Brody jumps to his feet, turning and smashing his fist into the nearest door.
“I’m sorry,” I cry, tears flowing freely. Brody turns toward me and shakes his head, fisting his hands in his hair.
“Don’t you apologize. This is not your fault,” he stresses, clearly torn between hitting something again and comforting me.
“But you said she was bad news and I ignored you,” I sob, admitting through my tears, “When she said you had a thing, I thought...”
He’s beside me on the bed in an instant, his rough palm cupping my cheek and his thumb swiping away the tears. “Rosie, she meant nothing to me. She was something to pass the time. You…fuck. You’re everything to me. You’re the reason I breathe. I’ve been struggling to say the words, because no words could ever do justice to the way I feel about you.”
“Brody,” I whisper through my tears, my heart swelling with emotion. “I’m sorry I doubted you. Doubted us.”
“Stop. None of this is your fault. There’s only one person to blame, and you can bet your ass they’re going to get their comeuppance,” he grits, kissing me softly before standing. I try to reach for him to pull him back, but he moves aside, shaking his head.
“Please don’t go,” I beg, I’m falling apart and Summer knows, sitting beside me and gathering me into a gentle hug.
“I can’t let this go, Angel. She could have killed you.”
“Brody, be smart. We have no proof it was her. You can’t just…” Parker interjects from where he hovers in the doorway.
“She could have died,” Brody roars, stunning the room into silence. “She could have fucking died. And for what? So that stupid bitch got revenge for me rejecting her?” He makes for the door, Parker blocking his exit.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret,” he warns him, trying to calm the situation. But Brody’s only seeing red, his sanity hanging on by a thread.
“Move,” he growls, and I cry harder, knowing there is nothing anyone can say. No amount of waved blue flags will have him slowing down. He wants justice.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Brody,” my father yells after me as I barrel out of the car the second he parks. The paddocks are busy making it hard to navigate through it without crashing into people. I’m forced to slow while I weave my way through the crowd of technicians, engineers, and other staff that are running around preparing for today’s practice.
All eyes follow me, opening a path through the paddocks. Whispers hiss from every angle, nothing out of the ordinary, except my rage is joined by a sinking feeling in my gut.
“Brody…Son,” Dad grabs me by the arm, yanking me backwards to halt, “You’re not thinking straight and—”
“Backstabbing son of a bitch!” Connor pushes Dad away before he turns on me with a furious scowl.
I’m blindsided by his assault as he lunges and pins me to the side of a motorhome. His fist drives at me fast leaving me almost no time to duck. I knew this would happen, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it. Right now, it’s everything I need—to hurt Natalya…him, maybe anyone the way Rosie’s been hurt. More even.
“Arrogant bastard!” His other fist flies at my jaw. “I should fucking kill you,” he barks, slamming his hands into the top of my chest with his full body weight behind him. “You fucked her. My girl. You—”
“I’m not done with her yet.” The heaved statement causes him to hiss as I punch him in the middle of the chest. “She fucked with the wrong person.”
