---- VIP Box

@Briar Jared jaw clenched as he stared at the track. It had definitely been a photo finish, but Dagon had taken the lead at the very end. His recruit had lost, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

He glanced over at Briarleigh and saw the smug, cat smile on her face. He usually liked it, but not when it was because he had lost. He silently fumed as she sauntered out of the VIP Box, thinking about how he could turn this situation to recover at least some of his pride.

Levi was good, there was no denying that; Briarleigh couldn't deny that. That was a ballsy move and probably illegal, but it showed he wasn't afraid to take risks. There was no way Jared was going to let Burke just slip through their fingers.

With new resolve, Jared downed the rest of his drink. One way or another he was going to have Burke.

@Jared She shook her head. "Nothing, never mind." She neatly crossed her legs. The redhead focused her gaze out on the track as she shrugged out of her jacket.

@Briar "What about my nose?" He frowned. It definitely hurt, but he had taken some pain killers. Those had helped a lot.

He called over one of the waitresses, asking for a rum and coke.

@Jared "Not at all." She said, clearing . She forced herself to sit down her third glass. She sent a weary glance at her. She went for a different approach. "And your nose?"

@Briar "Hitting the booze already?" Jared asked with a smirk, coming up behind Briarleigh. "Feeling worried?" He settled into the seat next to her, watching the cars waiting at the starting line.

Briar settled in the VIP Box. She had to win this, she just had to. Jared would never look at her as his equal of she lost. That stressed her out. She sat in her spot, downing glasses of wine.