Drag
A Driven World Novel
AJ Alexander
Contents
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Also by AJ Alexander
About AJ Alexander
Also Written by K. Bromberg
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.
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Published by KB Worlds LLC.
Cover Design by: Sybil Wilson with Popkitty Designs
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Editing by: Emma Mack with Ultra Editing
Proofreading: Marjorie Lord
Formatting by: AJ Alexander
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the Driven World!
I’m so excited you’ve picked up this book! Drag is a book based on the world I created in my New York Times bestselling Driven Series. While I may be finished writing this series (for now), various authors have signed on to keep them going. They will be bringing you all-new stories in the world you know while allowing you to revisit the characters you love.
This book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it. While I allowed them to use the world I created and may have assisted in some of the plotting, I took no part in the writing or editing of the story. All praise can be directed their way.
I truly hope you enjoy Drag. If you’re interested in finding more authors who have written in the KB Worlds, you can visit www.kbworlds.com.
Thank you for supporting the writers in this project and me.
Happy Reading,
K. Bromberg
“If you are still breathing, you have a second chance.” — Oprah Winfrey
Prologue
Tyler
Even after all this time, she still makes my heart skip a beat. Lucy Duke, the only woman to steal my heart, saunters down the track toward me. A bright smile covers her face as she laughs at something the person next to her said.
Her eyes light with mischief as the other guys in the crew are vying for her attention. She did always love being in the spotlight.
“Hey, Lucy! Thanks for coming. I want to introduce you to someone,” Rylee shouts from beside me, turning toward me with a smile. “I know you and Lucy will get along perfectly during this project.” She places her hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “I’m sure this isn’t how you imagined your return to the team, but we are all excited you’re back.”
Rylee’s words warm me to the core. She and Colton have been my biggest cheerleaders since that night. Hell, if it weren’t for Colton, I’d probably be lying in a ditch somewhere.
“Thanks, Ry. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
“Okay, what was so important that I had to rush over here right this minute? Couldn’t you have at least waited until I dropped my little man off at preschool?” Lucy says before giving Rylee a bright smile.
Little man?
My head immediately snaps in her direction. Standing next to Lucy is her spitting image. Acid fills my veins as I look from her to the little boy.
“Tyler,” Lucy says breathlessly, gripping the little boy’s hand tightly in hers.
I reach up and grip the back of my neck, attempting to calm the nerves swirling through my mind. My cock hardens as her scent reaches me, reminding me of our old times together. A time when things were simpler, before I ruined everything.
Chapter One
Tyler
I stare up at the ceiling, counting the tiles. “One. Two. Three,” I repeat over and over until the pain begins to cease.
That’s the problem with being an addict. Even if painkillers aren’t your drug of choice, you get nothing. They say they need to make sure there is nothing in your system, but they just enjoy torturing patients. But I deserve to feel the pain. Images of the accident run on a continuous loop in my mind.
“Tyler Davenport?” a soft voice questions from the doorway.
“Yeah, that’s me.” I raise my voice slightly. “I would get up, but I’m kind of stuck here.” I point down toward my right leg in the splint. “Any chance of me getting some painkillers? Shit, I’ll take a Tylenol at this point.”
The nurse gives me a small smile. “I’m sorry, but until you’ve spoken with the doctor, I won’t be able to give you anything.”
She approaches my bed and stops to punch a few numbers into the set of drawers sitting beside me. “You’re in luck. The doctor ordered blood work, putting you one step closer to getting some meds.”
I watch her withdraw small tubes with colorful lids, a needle, and a rubber tourniquet from one of the drawers before turning in my direction. “You’ll feel a little pinch and then we should be all set.”
“As long as you can get what you need quickly so I can get some meds, that would be amazing.” She gives me a sympathetic smile before pushing the needle beneath my skin.
I lean my head back and close my eyes. I’ve never liked the sight of blood. My mind wanders back to the crash only a few hours ago. I can still smell gasoline in the air and hear the crunching of metal against metal as my car slammed head-on into the elderly couple.
“All set.” The nurse presses a piece of cotton to my arm, bringing me back to the present. “Hold your arm up for a few to make sure the bleeding stops.” She cleans up her trash before unlocking the computer attached
