Collision Code

Chapter 2

Adisa 

"What the..." Denny said groggily, bracing himself against the steering wheel. "Sir, are you all right?"

Thank God I had become one of those people who decided to wear seatbelts in the back seat. I rubbed at my stiff neck. "Fine, Denny. You?"

"I'm good, just a little seatbelt burn," he groaned, tugging at the strap. I glanced toward the side of my now-wrecked Mercedes. "The car, though—not so much."

We got out of the car — the whole side had caved in — to see who the hell had hit us. I was supposed to be at the airport in an hour to fly to the next Grand Prix in Austria. Clearly that wasn't going to happen now.

Denny walked up to the other dented car beside us, with his firearm raised. Whoever had hit us was in for a world of pain. I was going to have their licence served to me on a silver platter.

"Shit. Sir, I think she's unconscious." Denny bent down and checked her pulse. "Her pulse is strong. Fast. But we should get her to a hospital, her skin feels clammy."

She looked like she had just come from one, dressed in scrubs. Why had she hit us? I'd had people do insane things to meet me before, but this one definitely took the cake, if that was what was happening here. Which I had little doubt it was. "No hospital, Denny. I don't want this in the press; it'll just give everyone more ammunition."

"Sir, I'm not sure that's a wise deci—"

The woman suddenly moved. "Wha... What's going on?" she whimpered, hunching over and wrapping her arms around herself. "Aghh, what happened?"

Wow.

"What happened? What happened is that you almost killed us. Did you just escape from the hospital's psych ward or something? You're lucky we weren't injured, lady." I was fuming. Not only did this woman claim to "not know" what she had done, she was behaving as if she were in extreme pain when there wasn't even a scratch on her.

"I'm so sorry, I did—" she started, shaking and writhing. Denny stepped away to make a phone call and I stood there in shock, not knowing if touching her would make the situation better or worse. I mean, what if she was faking it and all of this was an attempt to extort me?

No. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't deal with something like this again.

"Doctor Freeland is on his way to your house," Denny said, putting his phone away and scooping her up into his arms — which was a task in itself, given how much she was shaking. "We need to get her over there now. I told him what was going on and he thinks it may be something serious. Let's go."

I followed after him, baffled. "What? There's no way. Now. In the middle of the road, really, Denny? She must be faking it."

This wasn't happening. I hadn't hurt her, had I?

Denny placed her in the back of our wrecked car, then turned to face me. He looked serious in a way I had only seen him look a few times before. "With all due respect, sir, I've been through my fair share of situations and this doesn't look fake." He pointed at her car and said, "If you don't want the whole world to know about this in the next twenty minutes, then I suggest you drive her car back."

I looked around the silent street. It was a freaking miracle that no one had driven past yet, but Denny was right — it wouldn't stay like that for long. It was a Friday night in Monaco and people would be heading out to the clubs soon, judging by the time on my watch.

I headed over to her car and followed Denny, glad that, by chance, it was still functioning considering how hard she had hit us.

This woman better be hurt for real, or there wouldn't be anything stopping me from flipping her world upside down.

Not even hell itself.

Authors note:

Wanted to give you guys Adisa's pov early. Please bare with him, dudes been through the wringer. He holds onto a lot of rage that he hasn't learned how to let go of yet. 

He will though... in time.

See you guys next week.

With all my love and more, 

Dara x