Page 168 of Juliet & Her Romeos

It’s only inches from the barrier.

Smoke rises from the car.

“Oh, fuck.” Vito pulls me by the hand to run back to the car.

Casually, Ambrose opens the Porsche door.

Vito lets go of my hand and drags Ambrose out of the car. “You knothead. I take risks but that was fucking dangerous. Aren’t you scared of dying?”

“I’m only scared of losing my family.” Ambrose pulls off his helmet, smoothing down his hair. “I won.”

“But you’re lucky Swan isn’t here.” I narrow my eyes at Ambrose. “It doesn’t matter that you’re Chief Alpha, if you pulled a stunt like that, then he’d bust your balls.”

“Something to look forward to.” Ambrose’s lips quirk.

“How did you get that awesome at racing?” Vito demands.

“My advantage against Silas is that he thinks I’m still the bullied victim of his hazing, who must act the good Alpha and not fight back. He only knows me as the boy who can’t race.” Ambrose leans against the car. “Once I was sent to England, Mom banned me from playing football. But I was always good at finding loopholes. She didn’t specify that I couldn’t box or race.”

I grin, as hope soars through me.

Ambrose could win this.

I startle at the sound of an engine behind me.

I twist to watch a silver Ferrari roaring down the track.

Ambrose and Vito straighten, standing shoulder by shoulder.

“Over here.” Ambrose holds out his hand to me.

I hurry to join him. His gloved hand closes around mine.

When the Ferrari skids to a stop, I hold my breath.

An Alpha who’s dressed in a silver race suit and helmet with a glass slipper emblem embroidered on it, steps out of the car.

He marches toward us.

He’s tall and athletic. His pheromones are heavy and sour with rage.

Bile rushes up my throat.

The Alpha stops in front of us.

Finally, he pulls off his helmet and blond curls like my own tumble to the man’s shoulders.

Silvanus looks like an angel.

He’s become even more handsome but harder as well. There are shadows beneath his lavender eyes, and his cheekbones are sharper.

“Juliet…” Silvanus meets my gaze, and a whisper of a smile dances across his lips, before he forces it away.

Then he directs his stare at Ambrose, and it becomes hate filled. “You came. I didn’t think that a bitch like you would have the balls to.”

Ambrose lets go of my hand, stepping forward to square off to Silvanus.

Both men are dominant. Their pheromones are rolling off them in waves, strongly enough for me to slump against Vito.

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