“Look, am I racing or not?” I demanded, panic swelling inside me.
“What do you think about this, Cyrus?” Jackson raised himself to his feet, sliding his
hands in his pockets.
“If she wants to drive, I don’t see why she can’t. I’m all for anyone who wants to drive,”
Cyrus stated, and I released a breath as he winked at me.
“Cyrus, you know this is a dangerous sport,” Kash informed him.
“You do it, so what’s the difference?” I insisted as I stepped in front of him, closing the
distance between us.
“Baby, I’m trying to keep that pretty little face of yours from getting scratched,” Kash
said, lifting my chin, staring into my eyes. I never noticed the way his eyes were completely
black as he touched my chin. It wasn’t sure if he was being sincere or trying to get me out of the
