“Ah, that’s better.” Madoc smiled his approval at my hair hanging loose. I just scowled.
But then something else caught our attention as the crowd around us grew louder, and we all turned toward the track to see what the commotion was.
People moved to the side to clear a path, and I caught sight of Jared as onlookers cheered and screamed.
He was riding his motorcycle from high school—the same one Jax kept in his garage now that Jared had better bikes for racing—and he veered off to the side and backed up into a parking space. It took no time at all before he was swarmed with people: old friends, fangirls, and even fanboys.
I watched as he slipped off his helmet and swung his leg off the bike, flashing a smile to his old friend Zack, and my stomach tightened when I saw a young woman climb off the motorcycle behind him.
I didn’t recognize her, and I ignored the pang of jealousy that she might be someone he brought with him from California.
Everyone was trying to get his attention, and once again, he was the center of everything.
Madoc snapped his fingers in front of my face, reeling me back in. “Are you pissed off?” he asked.
I pursed my lips. “No.”
“Well, you should be,” he shot back. “That’s not his crowd. It’s yours,” he continued. “You’re the one they came to see.”
I inhaled a sharp breath. “I don’t care—”
“Now, some of them have long memories,” he cut me off, “and maybe they’re interested in seeing what crowbars will fly with you two in the same space, but nevertheless, he doesn’t get to steal the spotlight in your show tonight.”
I got in his face. “I couldn’t care less about the—”
But he grabbed my arms, and I was stunned silent when he shook me.
“What do you care about?” he growled, and I felt Juliet and Fallon still beside me.
I sucked in air, shocked at his roughness. I barely blinked as he grabbed the hem of my loose black tank top and ripped a slit up the side.
I gritted my teeth together. “Madoc, what the hell are you doing?” I asked calmly.
He grabbed the two pieces and tied a knot halfway up my stomach. “You’re the queen,” he reminded me and then plucked the backpack off the ground. “You own this track and every driver on it. He’s ignorant of that fact, so educate him.”
I took a deep breath, not wanting him to see the smile I was trying to hide. Yes, this was mine. The track, the Friday nights, and the wins. I didn’t need to engage Jared. But I was going to keep what was mine.
Turning around, Madoc barked one last order before walking off. “Juliet, get her some fucking lipstick, too.”
My eyebrows did a nosedive.
Asshole.
Juliet dug in her bag as I watched Madoc toss my backpack into his car, clearly making sure I didn’t have an excuse to be antisocial even after the races.
I looked down at my shirt.
Such a jerk. Even if I undid the tie, my shirt was still ripped.
“Your husband is—”
“A handful?” Fallon finished, her green eyes smiling. “Yes, he is.”
I jerked as Juliet tried to get some red lipstick on me.
“Stay still,” she chided. “Jax hates gloss, so I found this lipstick that doesn’t get him all sparkly when I kiss him. He loves it, but if it smears on your face, it’ll take more than a little spit to get it off your skin, okay?”
I let her put the damn lipstick on because—I didn’t know why. Maybe it was added armor. Maybe I wanted to be pretty for Ben.
Or maybe I saw Jared take a seat, leaning back on the bleachers, while a girl—a different one than the one I’d seen him arrive with—draped a hand on his knee, interest flaring in every one of her mannerisms.
Maybe I wanted to show him that I didn’t need him to make an impression of my own.
The friend he’d arrived with sat on his other side, looking bored and disinterested. Purple streaks flowed through her jet black hair, and glancing up and down her body, I took in her alternative appearance and wondered at how Jared’s taste had changed.
I had always been edgy but on the socially acceptable side. This girl was beautiful but a lot busier in her hair, makeup, and piercings than I thought Jared would have liked. He’d always said he appreciated my less-is-more attitude.
I guessed that was a lie.
She wore skinny jeans tucked into combat boots and a black sleeveless blouse that draped flatteringly down her body past her hips. Her wrists were adorned with dozens of metal and jelly bracelets while her ears sported metal from the lobe all the way around to the tragus. Her face had a few holes as well.
She seemed like Fallon, only louder.
Seeing Ben approach him—probably to break the ice sooner rather than later—I headed over with Fallon and Juliet, catching Jared’s eyes almost immediately.
Madoc leaned into Jared, speaking close, but Jared’s gaze stayed on me as Ben grabbed my hand when I came up. I blinked, smiling up at him and hoping he couldn’t feel the sweat on my palms.
“Tate.” Jared nodded.
I breathed in and out steadily through my nose, keeping my pulse in check. “Jared.”
“Your career really took off, man,” Ben admired, speaking to Jared. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Jared replied without meeting Ben’s eyes.
“Clear the track!” I heard Zack holler in the distance as the round-one drivers took position.