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Chapter thirty-eight

"Hey, what do you wanna talk about?" Scott asked when the kitchen's door was fully closed.

"Pablo came here today, why didn't you tell me?" Ryder questioned accusingly as he stared at him intently.

Scott let out a sigh, he knew exactly what Ryder was talking about and he didn't really know what to say to him. "Ry, I know how much this championship means to you, but Pablo's right, you're not well enough to race."

"I think I know myself better than you, Scott." He snapped back. "I'm fine, it was a stupid accident-"

"Was it really an accident, Ryder?! 'Cuz that's not what I'm hearing. Think about it? An accident that was so bad it put you into a comatose state. Process it in your head, Ryder. You and I both know it wasn't a damn 'accident.' You and I both know that it was all a set up.

"My uncle is on to your case. I went there a couple of times to discuss everything with him. He knows it was no accident. He knows that it happened for a reason. So I showed him the picture of Jason Alfonso's race car that we saved. The damaged in the opponent's race car and your car was the exact same thing. They would do anything to defeat you, Ryder. And let me tell you this, none of them play fair." Scott explained.

"I'm not scared of them." Ryder said in a murderous tone.

"Well you should be." Scott uttered as Ryder sent him daggers through his eyes. "You think this is only about you, Ryder. Don't you think that after that accident they wouldn't find out about Andrea. You think that they wouldn't dig and find anything to use against you? Your family, your friends? Think about all those innocent people, Ryder. These people that you care about but you would rather risk all their lives just to win a stupid championship race."

"I can protect them." He answered but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Scott.

Scott let out a sarcastic laugh and threw him a death glare. "You are THE most selfish man I have ever met in my entire life. Stop being so self-centred, Ryder!" He said trying to control his voice and his anger. "It's not always about you. Not everything revolves around you. People are going to get hurt if you keep this up. People that you care about the most. Don't you have a conscience? Any guilt? A heart?! I can't believe you are choosing this damn race over the protection of your loved ones. I never thought you would stoop so low. You are better than this, Ryder. Way better."

And with that, Scott showed himself out of the kitchen. He grabbed his leather jacket from the couch and made his way to the elevator as the gang started asking him what was wrong. He completely ignored them and left without muttering a word.

Ryder came out of the kitchen and Andrea could see fury in his eyes. 'They must have had a fight.' She thought with furrowed eyebrows.

"What happened, Ry?" Liam asked with concern lacing through his voice.

"I think it's time for you guys to leave. I'm not really feeling well and I'm hoping to get some rest if you don't mind." He said politely as he tried to dodged everyone's eyes, including Andrea. He then walked out and headed to his room leaving the gang in agape.

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"He's alive." The teenage boy said in fear. "I'm really sorry, sir." He apologized an bowed his head together with his two other friends who were standing behind him.

The tall, bulky man stood in front of them with daggers in his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and told them to leave with danger lingering on his tone.

"Your people are worthless." Another voice said entering the office. He took off his tie and made his way to the mini fridge to grab two beers. "Can't even do their jobs properly. They are completely useless."

"Would you calm yourself down. I'm working on it. A deal is a deal and I'm keeping my words. That guy's going to be dead and I will kill him even with my own bare hands." The guy on the spinning chair behind the desk said mischievously.

"Make sure it really do happen." He said tossing the beer across the room. "I don't want anyone to hindrance me from m'love. I will kill anyone who stands in the way."

"And I will kill anyone who stands in the way of me getting my trophy from winning the championship race. So I guess we both have something in common. To kill that guy who stands in the way."

"I want him dead, Alfonso. I wanna see him beg and die in front of me." He said in a murderous tone.

"Don't worry, I'll make it happen, Parks. He'll be dead in no time." Jason Alfonso said taking a sip of his beer.

"That, I want to see with my own two eyes." Andrew Parks muttered with an evil smirk playing along his lips.