Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) Vera Hollins (best large ereader txt) 📖

Q needed only a few seconds to reach Blake’s rear side, driving dangerously close to us. I squealed and fisted my hands on my thighs. Unlike Blake, Bobby Q didn’t slow down but went into the turn in full speed, which sent his car skidding to the side before he straightened it up and accelerated far behind Blake. Whew! That was close.

I glanced at Blake and found him smirking. “What?” I asked.

He didn’t look away from the road. “You’re acting funny.”

He hit the gas as he shifted into the sixth gear, and I grabbed my seat again.

“This is my first time to experience this, so cut me some slack.”

His smile grew bigger, his gaze snapping to the rear-view mirror. Bobby Q was nearing Blake’s car, but the third car was far behind now.

“Good. I like giving girls first-time experiences.”

I arched my eyebrows at him. He barely glanced at me before he lowered his speed and made the next, sharper turn.

I looked in the side mirror and saw that Bobby Q was too close behind us again. I clenched my hands as I took in the last turn in the distance. The previous time, Blake had gotten nothing on Bobby Q, who’d managed to pass Masen right before the finish line. What were Blake’s odds now?

“How many laps do you have to make?”

“Two.” Blake sped up, his eyes darting between the rear-view mirror and the road. “Shit.”

Bobby Q showed up on Blake’s left side and passed him, creating a cloud of dust that made it impossible to see the road.

“Son of a bitch.” Blake pressed the gas pedal and shifted gears.

Bobby Q was good, gaining more and more distance from Blake. Blake didn’t slow down at the turn, which sent the rear part of the car sliding to the side, but Blake managed to regain control.

I looked at him furtively and got engrossed in the look on his face. Danger coated his stern features, but there was also fire in his eyes—a determination. He radiated energy that was contagious, and I loved the adrenaline that kept me high.

“I won’t let you win,” he muttered to himself. He looked like there was no one in this world but Bobby Q and him; the hatred on his face weaved a tale of something immensely dark. He threw caution to the wind and stopped playing safe, entering each turn at a much higher speed, gambling with so much but refusing to step down.

Our surroundings were just a blur as Blake raced at an incredibly high speed during the second lap, and I held the roof handle like my life depended on it. The last turn was nearing fast, and Blake got so close to the green Mustang that he actually had a shot at victory.

Bobby Q was close to the inner side of the track, but that didn’t stop Blake from sliding in between the barrier and Bobby Q’s car at the turn. He cut the wheel while speeding up, making a power slide, which kicked up dust all over Bobby Q’s Mustang. I squealed in excitement as Blake stepped on the gas, driving side by side with Bobby Q almost until the finish line.

I was on the edge of my seat; the heavy beats of the music fed my excitement, and it was so addictive.

Lost in the mood, I said without thinking, “Come on. You’re so close. You can win.”

I saw him glance at me out of the corner of my eye. His face registered surprise, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he shifted into sixth only twenty feet before the finish line and gained an advantage over Bobby Q at the last possible moment, winning the race.

“Yes,” I screamed. “You won!”

I started squealing and jumping up and down on my seat, before I met Blake’s gaze with a face-splitting grin. He skidded to a stop, took his seat belt off, and turned to face me with an unreadable expression that created a burning sensation in my chest.

“Thank you,” he said in a voice I didn’t recognize, and before I could even respond, he grabbed my face with both hands and smashed his lips against mine.

Warmth claimed all of me when our lips fused together. The kiss was verging on desperate, something deep within him merging with my pain and desire. The voice of my reason faded into the background as he twirled his tongue over mine.

And then it was over all too quickly. He dropped his hands from my cheeks and pulled away to look at me. He watched me with the intensity I’d always dreamed of, but it hurt because I couldn’t fully embrace it.

I turned my head away from him and let my hair hide my face. I didn’t want to let him see how I really felt.

“Wait for me here, okay? I’ll drive you home,” he said before getting out without waiting for my answer.

The crowd surrounded him, and the cheers and claps blasted through the air. I looked at my lap dumbly, pressing my fingers to my tingling lips. “Thank you,” he’d said, and he’d kissed me like he was starving for me. Like our past didn’t separate us.

I couldn’t believe he’d kissed me. And not only that—I’d let him kiss me. I closed my eyes, in conflict with myself. I should have gotten out of the car right this moment before he pulled me deeper into the pool of regrets and pain.

My phone chimed. I took it out of my pocket and unlocked it. It was Mel.

Tell me that asshole didn’t do anything to you and you’re still in one piece.

I looked at the crowd on the sidelines, but I couldn’t spot her. I pressed my fingers against my lips again, my chest aching at the thought of our kiss. I just had to remember that he was my bully and not let him get to me. This kiss—any of our kisses—didn’t matter. They couldn’t matter.

I’m safe and sound, I texted back.

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