ALICE Ch 358

“Forget off the team,” Glynda says through her teeth. “If she’s still on this continent this time tomorrow, I will personally put my hands around her neck. I don’t care what it takes, Annette. And I don’t care who’s upset. I’m ready to take ownership of my mistakes, and it’s your turn now. She goes!”

“Well, who’ll drive the car?”

“What car?” Glynda stops herself there; she’s raising her voice. She ends the call as her ride comes to a halt. She climbs out and hurries into the hospital. It’s terribly beautiful and modern, and everyone speaks at least a little English, but they have difficulty with an Irish person. The entire time that she’s struggling to communicate, her phone never stops vibrating. Alice’s manager and several other people are already there, all of them on their phones.

“And I can’t see her?” Glynda demands. “Why not?”

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Bright lights shine on the simple chair. Zack Brown’s mouth tries to look relaxed, but the lines around his eyes give him away.

“Tough race,” he says.

“Yes, certain expectations were in place, and then one red flag changes everything,” the Netflix producer says.

“That’s how the sport is. Everything can change just like that.” Zack snaps his fingers. “But that’s a nightmare scenario. Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. My heart goes out to Glynda, even though it’s Alice who we should worry about. I’m glad she’s OK.”

“The reports we have now are that she’s badly burned.”

“How badly? Nobody will tell me.”

“We don’t know.”

Zack blows out his breath. “I guess sometimes we forget that this is a dangerous sport.”

“I don’t think the drivers ever forget.”

“Yeah. Maybe they don’t at that,” he says with a wince.

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“You cannot be serious,” Patty says. “What aren’t you telling me? What the hell was that, Mio?”

Soft jazz plays, and the opulent suite is noticeably chilly; the AC is turned up outrageously. Irina Orlova hates the heat, although she’s shivering and covered in goosebumps as she stands nude in front of Patty.

Even if Irina’s expression is apologetic and self-conscious, her eyes are aglow. She says nothing because she really is serious.

Mio sits naked on Irina’s bed, waiting with Cosette’s head bobbing in her lap. She absently strokes Cosette’s silky hair, locking eyes with Patty.

Patty folds her arms and focuses on Irina. “I know we had a deal, but there wasn’t anything in there about putting people in the hospital.”

“It was an accident,” Irina says. Then she leans in to whisper. Patty listens skeptically.

She’s not sure what to believe, but one thing is for sure: Mio’s had a difficult day.

“I guess if Mio wants me to sit, I’ll sit,” Patty says, dropping into the armchair by the bed.

Mio smirks at her.

Patty is tired and worried. She wasn’t in any collisions, but just driving the car takes such focus that it always leaves her exhausted. Today is her best finish ever, and there’s this push and pull between the horniness that comes with triumph and the reality of how her body feels. There’s this thing with Mio hitting Alice, but Mio doesn’t seem bothered at all. Patty’s had blowjobs from Cosette before, so she knows how good she is, but Mio doesn’t seem to care. All she wants to do is stare aggressively at Patty.

Patty gets comfortable and crosses her legs, gesturing invitingly. “I’m sitting,” she says.