Monza (Formula Men #1) (3 page)

Dio!

“
Trusting a mere stranger you’ve known less than a day isn’t that smart.” I didn’t hold back pointing the dire fact at her, hoping she wouldn’t repeat this mistake in the future.

She arched her brow at me teasingly. “And yet, here I am … talking to you.”

“
Touché.”

The woman truly was something else. I stood there, mesmerized. Only then did I realize I had never been so enthralled by a woman in my life.

Trust me, it was quite a shock.

Tre

Presente (Present)

“
There’s severe damage to his leg. We won’t know how bad it is until we do more tests. On top of that, there are second degree burns and possible nerve damage,” the soft-spoken man said with undeniable sadness, making me wonder how truly severe my situation was.

From the background chatter, I could gather that my parents were the ones being informed of my situation. Of course, my mother would be devastated if her only son was mangled and deformed.

Ignoring her annoying cries, I kept up the pretense that I was still asleep in a deep coma, rehashing what had happened at the track before everything crashed and went in flames.

And that damning dream of
her
. Of all the things to resurface in my subconscious, why in bloody Hades did it have to be
her
? I loathed anything and everything she represented. Selfish, money hungry, and only did things to serve herself. Once she had gotten what she had come for, she would eject you from her life as if the time you had spent with her meant not a damn thing at all.

Never would I let a woman distract me. She had been the one mistake, one I was still paying dearly for.

You see, I was the idiot who had thought her different from others. Maybe it was because she truly didn’t know me at first, or maybe it was the novelty of believing that someone was interested in me without attaching the fame or fortune that many were after. To her, I simply was Luca. However, this blinded stupidity on my part blew up in my face when I learned the truth—that she was married to an older man.

Understandably, I went ballistic. There were so many instances when I was tempted to see her, to confront her about her lies, but I would always end up convincing myself that I shouldn’t even bother wasting my breath.

She never gave any indication that she was engaged to be married, nor did I know if she was involved with anyone. In the very beginning, when our relationship had started blossoming, she had seemed so open and honest that I never thought it important to ask any vital questions. After all, the women I got involved with typically dropped any man they were with to be with me. That arrogant perception had blinded me from everything. So much so that I started to question my sense of judgment.

Her betrayal went far beyond my ego. She had deliberately humiliated me, and I wasn’t about to simply let that go. If she thought she could walk away unscathed, then she should think again.

I had thought before the accident that I could let it slide, that I could brush it under the rug and forget she had ever existed. But then there was the dream.

The dream brought everything back to life.

The suppressed anger over her deception was back with a vengeance.

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“
I’m not quite a vegetable, then, am I, Vittorio?” I informally addressed the peppered-haired doctor since propriety and manners had left me. Besides, I was in this hideous hospital gown, so I felt as if I had earned the right to feel uninhibited, to do as I wanted just so I could make myself feel a little better.

My humor made him give a low chuckle, clearly amused. “Ah, not quite there, Luca. Though let’s not forget that this was a close call. You could’ve died out there. These physical injuries will heal, but in my field, traumatic experiences affect a lot of things. Your mother insists that we leave nothing out, so a therapist will be by to speak with you later this afternoon.”

My mother
. The thought left an undesired taste on my tongue. I hadn’t wanted to think about her when I had woken up with the most harrowing of headaches. It had felt as if something was pounding in my brain, making my ears ring with each breath and pump of my blood. I was in the most agonizing pain, but I would rather deal with that than face the woman who had given birth to me.

It was a wretched thing to think of my mother. The woman had suffocated me whenever she had the chance, and if given the right opportunity, she would leave trails of her vileness wherever and to whomever she encountered. I had always wondered how my father withstood her, being trapped in that monstrosity they called marriage. Alas, my father didn’t believe in divorce, and for some odd reason, he had always respected her. In the oddest of circumstances, some might even deem it endearing.

When Vittorio peeled the bandage off my forehead, I gave a rapid hiss followed by a grumbled complaint that maybe he should change eyeglasses, because it seemed as if he couldn’t tell the difference between professionally taking a bandage off and waxing my forehead of any hairs. As Italians, we had plenty of hair, making it feel as though he was trying to rip my skin off my skull.

“
You’ll survive,” he stated briskly, laughing once more before adding, “If women these days can survive the aftermath of a Brazilian wax, you certainly can handle a little sting.”

“
Good thing you’re a friend of the family, or I would’ve taken that joke as an insult.”

“
I don’t see why people find you intimidating. I suppose I’ll always see you as a little boy, even with the beard and all.”

I was about to say something snarky to quip back, but his demeanor changed from playful banter to a serious note quite suddenly as he gave me the worried face of someone who cared about me.

“
Your grandfather would’ve been distraught to see you in such a state. You’re far too young to tempt fate, Luca. You were lucky to survive, but don’t wait until all of that luck runs out, because it will. There are limits to everything; always remember that.”

Vittorio had been my grandfather’s best friend. Though he was teetering on the edge of retirement, it was always him who tended to me whenever I was sick with fever or had cuts and bruises from school. The man had seen me grow up from a mere child to a man. Sarcasm was normal banter between us. However, there were times that I did listen to his advice, and right now was one of those instances.

Apart from an injured rib; a few burns on my arms, torso, and a small part of my legs; a large cut on my forehead; and the shard of glass successfully taken out of my shoulder, I was perfectly fine. Some of the medical folks said that I was lucky to be alive.

The last thing I felt like was lucky.

Thinking back to the day of the race, I knew I had been pushing too hard to outmaneuver Andrés. There had been a slight drizzle of rain, making the track more slippery, but I had been past caring. I was too consumed by the intoxicating surge of blood pounding heavily into my heart, speeding rapaciously as my foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The recklessness I had enjoyed had come with a high price.

Would I do it again? More than likely.

Life was short, so why not make the most thrills out of it while I still could? After all, once you were dead, all you left behind were memories.

It wasn’t long until the chatty nurse who reminded me so much of my late aunt, who had died five years ago to breast cancer, came bustling into my room, armed with my medication and the catered food my mother had strictly demanded.

It was a typical mother tactic for her to meddle in everything that involved me. I had been adamant not to see her nor my father for the past two days since the accident. I simply wasn’t in the mood to be lectured or backed into a corner from their worries and guilt-ridden speeches.

“
Where’s the espresso?” I asked, frowning at the ostentatious display of food that was suited for dining in a five-star hotel instead of a city hospital.

The nurse frowned before she made a tsk-tsking sound, disapproving. “You’re not allowed to have any of that, because of the kind of medications you are taking. It might react and worsen your condition.”

“
Right,” I responded curtly as I lazily reached for a bottle of water.

“
Keep praying to God that he’ll secure you a speedy recovery. Then you can have as much espressos as you want.” She winked at me while checking the IV drip, making sure everything was working perfectly before handing me all the medication I was obligated to take.

I took the cup then tipped my head backwards, taking them all in one go. Drinking the crisp, bland taste of
acqua
did little to refresh me at all. After two days cooped up in this forsaken place, I was ready to leave and be done with it.

My wretched thoughts started to become blurry due to the strong medication they had provided. I detested the thought of falling back into unconsciousness, but I did drift off into a nap, waking a few hours later when I heard a knock on the door.

Hospitals were the least relaxing place to be in, what with constantly being disturbed for more medication and medical interrogation. If another person asked me how I was feeling at the moment, I would definitely have something unfriendly to retort back.

My temper was kept in check when a tall, blonde, beguiling woman came into the room, instantaneously sparking my interest.

This ought to be stimulating
, I silently mused as my eyes scrutinized her from head to foot. Gone was my hazy mind as my cock twitched to attention, detecting some lively action that was about to transpire soon.

“
Who might you be?” I asked, nodding for her to come forward so we could properly converse and to also indulge my dirty mind that was ready to come out and play.

“
I’m the therapist, Signore di Medici,” she coyly replied before showing me her identification.

Hospital stays would truly be bearable if one had women about who looked like they had stepped out from Milan’s Fashion Week. It was an indulgent thought, one I had fantasized about.

“
And your name is?”

“
Anna Lisa Ardizzoni, signore.” Her voice came out in a sultry crescendo that got my member aching for attention.

Licking my lips, I intently gazed at her before deploying the usual charm I played when I was showing interest in a woman. “Anna Lisa…” I murmured her name, trying it out just to pique her awareness of me.

The woman was truly ravishing as she gazed at me with black-rimmed eyewear and a succulent pout. This hospital stay surely was starting to get better by the second.

“
Single?
Married?
”

She appeared a little nervous, as if she had noted how I was intently watching, before deciding to respond to me.

“
Single,” she answered in a breathless manner.

“
Good, because I’d hate it if you had to cheat on your husband.”

“
Cheat?”

I grinned, pleased with her honesty. “I don’t condone cheating. Do you?”

She shook her head. “No, of course not.”

My predatory smile went even wider as I noted her blushing appealingly before me. “You’re pretty, Anna Lisa.”

The chase, it was just as elating as plucking the prize.

My compliment made her find her voice and her footing, gradually gaining confidence in conversing with me. “Grazie, signore. When I heard that you were a patient here, I simply felt obliged to personally make sure you were fine. Everyone adores you.”

Everyone
.

Hmm. I wasn’t so sure about that sentiment.

I doubt
she
even knew I was in the hospital, and if she did, I doubt she would even care.

Immediately dismissing thoughts of the wretched woman, I solely focused on the desirable creature before my very eyes. “Do
you
adore me, Anna Lisa?”

Her eyes sparked fire, visibly aroused as she addressed me. “Sí, it’s an honor to be at your service, Signore Luca.”

“
Well, Anna Lisa, before we get to the actual therapy, I was hoping you could help me ease some of my tension away to help me relax a little.”

She remained quiet, but her eyes and slightly parted lips spoke volumes. I didn’t need any more signs that she was easily persuaded to do my bidding.