Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) by Shey Stahl Read Free Book Online Page B

unlocking the door to the office. The keys clanked
together breaking the silence.
    It was clearly a dumb
question considering I had his resume in my hands—hands that were currently
trembling as I tried to control my raging anger. All I could focus on was that
he slept with Sway.
    “Since I was nine,”
Mike answered following closely.
    I nodded. “I hear
you’re on the Outlaw tour?”
    “Yeah,
for the last year.” We passed by my office heading toward the main office at
the end of the hall. “I was racing outlaw later models prior to that.”
    “How ... ” my voice faded when I didn’t hear
footsteps behind me.
    Mike had stopped by the
door to my office, gazing toward a photograph of Sway and I that I had framed
in the hallway. It was from my last win in Loudon on my birthday.
    When I cleared my
throat, Mike began walking again.
    “How long have you
known Sway Reins?”
    “A while,” I answered
dryly.
    “I’ve gotten to know
her over the years.” He told me with a confidence I wanted to wipe from his
smug face. “We’re good friends.”
    “I doubt that,” I
mumbled. My jaw clenched tightly when his arms crossed over his chest
insolently. “Is this about racing or Sway?”
    “I think you know it’s
about both.” He had the nerve to reply with.
    I shook my head and
glowered at him, my body tensed. “Sway is none of your concern.”
    Mike laughed darkly
appearing relaxed. “You know ... ”
he stepped toward me and gestured with a nod at the photograph. “I can see how
a small town girl like Sway Reins was able to tame Rowdy Riley .” He
winked at me. “She gives good head.”
    I lunged for him,
broken bones an all.
    I had every intention
of kicking the living shit out of him. I curled my one good fist tightly, which
was tough considering I was left handed, and landed a punch into his jaw that
cracked loudly.
    Now it wasn’t a fair
fight at all. There I was; broken ribs, broken collarbone, broken arm, and a
wrist that was in a cast.
    But what helped me out
was when I ripped the sling off and used my plaster cast as weapon. It worked in
my favor. Caused an ungodly amount of pain, but it was effective.
    I caught him off guard.
His head snapped back at the force of my one hundred and ninety pound body
hitting his stomach as my right shoulder took the blunt force of the impact.
    “Don’t ever talk about
Sway!” I growled inches from his ear, pulling him back and then slamming his
back against the wall once more.
    Mike struggled against
me, which wasn’t hard to do. I was hardly in any condition to be fighting and I
was already feeling the burn and sharp pains traveling through my entire left
side. I knew I would be paying for this tonight.
    He surprised me when
his fist rose and before I could react he punched me once in the jaw. I
stumbled back, saw stars but he wasn’t getting away. One shot was all he was
getting before I was completely on top of him pounding the fuck out of him with
my one good hand and effective use of my cast.
    “Get off me Riley!” He
shouted attempting to defend himself.
    Mike wasn’t a large
guy, maybe one sixty, so I had weight on but considering I was impaired by
broken bones he easily threw me off.
    By this time Spencer,
who was in the race shop, heard the commotion and was instantly holding me back
against the wall.
    Mike stumbled and stood
leaning against the wall to support him, surrounded by the broken glass of the
picture frames that once hung on the walls. Blood dripped from his nose on to
the white tile floor beneath him.
    “I’m sure your
possessive tendencies are appreciated.” He reached up to wipe the blood from
his nose, smearing it over his cheek. “What girl doesn’t want to feel wanted?
She was a good lay. Flexible if I remember correctly.” He smirked, clearly
amused.
    “Fuck you. And you can
forget about driving my car!” I hollered as Spencer shoved me back against the
wall, pinning me to it with his forearm across my throat.
    Mike’s eyes