FORCE
A Driven World Novel
EMMA LOUISE
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
EPILOGUE ONE
EPILOGUE TWO
AUTHOR’S NOTE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Other books by Emma Louise
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 in the United States of America
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But I love your feet
only because they walked upon the earth
and upon the wind and
upon the waters, until
they found me
-Pablo Neruda
“I’m going to marry you one day, Tucker Neal.”
To his credit, Tuck didn’t flinch at my whispered declaration. Not like I would think most eighteen-year-olds would have.
He stayed reclined on the soft, thick quilt I’d stolen from my mom’s linen closet, me tucked tightly against his side just like he always did. With his ball cap pulled down low over his face to keep the late evening sun from his eyes, I hoped Tucker felt content, like I did right now.
Anyone else might have thought he was asleep, but I knew he wasn’t.
I knew how he looked in sleep.
I knew the way his chest rose and fell.
I knew the cadence of his breath when he was awake, when he slept, and pretty much every second in between.
“Do me a favor, doll,” he finally drawled after pushing the black baseball hat off his face a little. “If anyone ever asks, let's pretend I got your daddy’s permission first, yeah?”
PROLOGUE
TUCKER
THEN
“You can’t seriously be considering this, Tuck.” Gripping onto my arm tightly, Brooke tries to drag me away from the open car door. Turning back to face her, I have to fight the frustration that burns inside me. Her pretty face is pinched as she glares up at me. Her head barely passes my shoulder, but she doesn’t let her small stature stop her from trying to intimidate me. “You can’t get in that car. This is a stupid idea.” She forces the words out through her gritted teeth.
“Baby...” I sigh, fighting to keep the tone of my voice even. “It’s all good.” Peeling her fingers away from my arm, I grip onto her waist, pulling her in as close as I can. “I got this.” I stoop down, making sure she can see I’m serious. “I know what I’m doing.” It’s a shitty move on my part, but I aim a kiss at her lips, knowing she’ll melt for me just like she always does. Maybe then she’ll stop this incessant nagging.
“This isn’t the same as being at the track, Tucker. You could get in a wreck; you could lose control. You could get—”
“Keep your voice down, Brooke. Your parents are home,” I grind out. “Would it kill you to have a little faith in me, huh?” There was no stopping the brittle way the words came out.
“I do have faith in you, but Jesus, Tucker! You’re asking me to stand back and watch you do something that’s not only stupid and dangerous, but also highly illegal.”
I knew telling her about tonight was a mistake, but we’ve never kept a secret between us. Not in all the years we’ve been friends, and especially not since that friendship changed to us being a couple at the end of our junior year.
Dropping my arms from around her, I take a step back. There’s no point in talking about this anymore; she doesn’t get it. She doesn’t get me anymore. This whole conversation is a waste of time. She won't listen to anything I have to say, not tonight anyway. Turning around, I’m a few steps from the car when her voice hits me like a sledgehammer to my back.
“I swear to you, Tucker Neal. If you leave here right now and go to that race, I won't be here waiting for you. Not again.”
The crack in her voice is almost enough to stop me. Almost. My steps falter, but only long enough for me to say one last thing.
“Go inside, Brooke. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. After you’ve calmed down some.”
I don't stop this time. I don't look back as I get in my car and speed out of the driveway. Maybe if I would have looked back, just once, I wouldn’t have made the biggest mistake of my life by leaving her there.
CHAPTER ONE
BROOKE
NOW
“You said you would call when you got there.”
Letting the heavy bag that’s biting into
