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American friend of yours, I’d still
be suspicious. But Charlie doesn’t stand to gain anything from an article like
that.”
    “There’s one other person who I thought might be behind it
all,” I tell her, “That blonde woman from the article, Shelby Vaughn?”
    “The one Enzo’s taken up with now?” Mom asks.
    “Do you just know everything?” I ask.
    “I’m your mother, it’s my job to know,” she says
matter-of-factly.
    “Well, I think there’s a possibility that Shelby may have
something to do with this whole mess,” I go on, “I suspected her from the
beginning. From the first night we met, she was cold to me. She’s on McClain’s
media team, so she’d know exactly how to manipulate the story for the press. It
was even one of her photos that made it onto the front page. She and Harrison
clearly have...a past, which I can’t even begin to think about without wanting
to vomit. And now she’s got her hooks in Enzo, too.”
    “Oh dear...” Mom sighs, “That’s quite a lot, to be fair. But
I don’t think it really adds up, Siena. What could she gain from bringing this
whole thing down around you and Harrison? Stoking that conflict would only mean
that she’d lose Harrison and Enzo both.”
    “I...haven’t figured that out just yet,” I admit.
    “I don’t think you will, because I don’t think that Shelby
girl is behind this either,” Mom says. “There’s got to be someone else pulling
the strings. Someone who’s going to benefit wildly from this whole mess. Does
anyone come to find who fits that bill?”
    “Honestly? Not a soul,” I say, shaking my head, “I don’t see
how anyone at all wins in this situation.”
    Off in the distance, an outraged howl rings out across the
estate. Mom and I look out over my balcony toward the guest house. It sounds
like the whole team is out there, cursing and swearing about something or another.
    “The Grand Prix must be over,” Mom remarks. “And it doesn’t
sound like the outcome is too rosy.”
    We listen as the team storms out of the guest house, back
toward the main building. The front door crashes open, and a dozen angry voices
rise up from the foyer.
    “Of course that motherfucker won,” I hear Enzo growl,
“That’s just what we need today.”
    “I was hoping for Rostov or Landers,” Gus puts in, “Anyone
but that smug fuck—”
    “We should have seen it coming,” Dad cuts in, “He’s been
inching up through the ranks while we’ve been distracted by Davies.”
    Mom and I trade glances and hurry across my bedroom
together. We step out into the hallway and look down over the banister. Below,
the men of Team Ferrelli pace like a bunch of caged wild dogs, snarling and out
for blood.
    “What happened?” Mom asks, drawing the eyes of every man
toward us.
    For a moment, the team is too startled to see me to speak. I
feel the heavy gazes of Enzo, my dad, all of them on me, weighing me down into
the ground. Part of me wants to curl up in a little ball and hide away, but I
listen to my mother and stand my ground against their anger.
    “Rafael Marques took first place,” Dad finally says, “He’s
closing in on us. Fast.”
    “We can’t afford to drop out of first for the rest of the
tournament,” Enzo goes on, “Between Marques and Romeo ,
we’ve got enemies on all sides.”
    “I guess you’d like to have it out, right Enzo?” I ask coolly.
    “Really Siena,” he sighs, “I have nothing left to say to
you.”
    “Why don’t you gentlemen leave us alone for a little family
meeting?” my mother cuts in.  “I think there are some beers in the kitchen,
feel free to help yourselves.”
    Gus ushers the bulk of Team Ferrelli out of the room as Mom
and I descend the stairs. Dad’s eyes are tired as he watches our progress, but
Enzo’s are simply cold. I can’t believe I’ve done something to earn not just
his anger, but his indifference. If I didn’t know how serious this was before,
it’s clear as day now.
    “Here we