Kiara's POV:

"Oh my god Igor, what are you doing here?", my eyes widen in disbelief to see him here in London even more so here at home.

"After everything I read about you in the news, I had to come and check if my Baby Racer is ok?" The guy who seemed a little intimidating at first to me, who's a real macho, has developed a soft spot for me.

From Dean I had heard that Igor and his whole family had inquired how I was. Apparently, I left quite a good impression with them. And after our race and the night at the club in Russia, Igor kept up to date through the news and later on Dean.

At first Dean wasn't exactly pleased, that Igor was showing so much interest, but as it seems he seems to be fine with it now. Perhaps because it's clear I've fully forgiven him and he's not worried about Igor.

"So how are you keeping? I heard you acted hard just like a real Russian girl. You'd still be welcome to stay with us anytime", he gives me a wink before his arms wrap around me in a hug.

"She's mine", Dean reminds Igor before shaking hands with him. "And as long as you remember that you're always welcome here."

"Seems like you've learned from your mistakes. Seriously I really thought you were dumb to let a woman like her go. Just like my whole family."

"Well now you know I never really let her go", Dean's strained voice tells me how uncomfortable he's feeling, being reminded of the whole situation.

"Yes you're not as dumb as I thought, she's still cooler and has a smarter brain", Igor laughs and I swear even with his laugh I can hear the strong accent.

"I'll agree to that and way hotter", Tyler throws in from behind.

"Great anyone else ganging up against me?", Dean groans but in a playful way taking it with humour for a change. I know Igor and Dean have been dealing a lot with business lately, which surprised me seeing as I expected Olga to do that not Igor.

Even if Igor only gets to see our groundfloor, he says he's impressed with our house. Which I'm not too sure if he means it honest or is simply being polite, seeing as this is so far from their gold touched style. If so, he doesn't show it.

Once everyone is seated in the livingroom Dean lifts me over on to his lap. His arms wrap around my waist and his chin rests on my shoulder, while Igor asks me more about the last couple of weeks and months. I try to answer without going too much into detail, but I can still see the shocked look on Igor's face.

"You should have joined the mafia or some secret agency by the willpower you brought up even with all the pain", he tries to make a joke. But I can see how it's just a masquerade to hide what he really thinks. In between he gulps hard and reaches out to squeeze my hand. Who would have thought Igor could be soft like a teddy bear if he's not in his usual surroundings? Even Dean doesn't act up, against Igor squeezing my hand.

At about 10pm Gale and Brent tell us, they're going to leave us youngsters to ourselves. Right we're all between 23 and 26 in this room and I chuckle slightly at their choice of words. After hugging us and telling us to take care they leave a short while later.

Entering the living room again, the topic has already changed. Dayum and of course it's cars and illegal races they're all into. For a moment I was worried Igor might spill something in front of Gale and Brent as in their family it's obviously not a secret. But I guess he understood with Brent and Gale things are different.

"What about you Baby Racer, when was your last race?" Our four best friends laugh hard about the pet name Igor has given me.

"Actually that was with you. I was on my way to the next race, when that fucking van crashed into me. As you know it's not exactly the thing I can do right now."

"Says who?", he cocks a brow at me and I'm sure I'm giving him a crazy look right now.

"You might have missed out this tiny detail about my legs not working. They kinda fucked my legs up quite badly and I doubt my wheelchair will speed up in the same way. But if you know a way to get it going at that speed, I'd ask you for a helmet and be right in."

"No doubt", Dean rolls his eyes and wraps his arms protectively around me. At the moment he would like to shield me from the entire world if it were possible.

"Lame excuse", Igor retorts and my eyes nearly bulge out of my sockets, but then I fall into a laughing fit.

"At least join me to one. I know you're missing the adrenaline coming with the roaring of a good engine." Igor is right, I've been racing for so many years illegal and usually twice a week, I miss it like hell.

"There's a race on tomorrow night, if you're still here we could come and watch you." There's always a race on a Sunday.

"Actually I found out, there's a race in about nearly two hours. What do you say?"

"How would you know about a race here by us. I always get informed about races from Alex and he didn't text me. Did he text you Chris?"

Chris looks down at his phone but shakes his head.

"There is one, trust me Baby Racer."

My four best friends next to me start getting all giddy and the excitement is written all over their faces. "It's about high time for a decent race again", Sean bids in and the three others join in.

"Please tell me you have some sexy maternity racing gear", Tyler gives me a pleading look.

"Jeez Ty, I have a belly in the size of a gymnastic ball. I doubt anyone wants to see me in sexy clothes. Besides it's December."

"Who cares, you're going to be a MILF", Dean smacks Tyler up the head this time.

"Stop fucking pushing it", he growls.

"Ok, fuck that hurt. But you know I'm not going to stop, don't you? It's Kiara we're talking about and it's in my second nature. I might drop it for tonight though", after a long pause he adds "at least the worst things."

Dean hates not having total control over things and people, I wonder how their friendship ever made it this far. Tyler is even worse than me, he kinda always does the opposite from what Dean wants and jeez each time I want to burst out into laughter.

"So we're going?", Chris asks a little too excited. No denying my heart rate is picking up at the thought already too. Even if I can't be in the race myself, at least I can be there. Get a glimpse of that feeling and the atmosphere.

"Perhaps we should make it the next time", Dean addresses to Igor. "Kiara is surely exhausted from the long day. And I don't want her to be too stressed out."

That definitely dimmed my mood, then again, he can't tell me what to do anyway. And even if the others would listen to Dean, not allowing them to take me along. I'm quite sure Igor wouldn't give two shits about it.

"I'm going, if you're too exhausted or stressed out you're free to stay at home."

"Kar do we have to have a discussion every single time about things?", he rolls his eyes in annoyance. But for him this is a very calm reaction.

"Nope, no need to discuss things, because I'm going. Simple as that. If you want to be a jerk and discuss about it, you can do that with yourself."

"You're such a stubborn little bitch, you know that? Damn why can't you just listen to me? Didn't I just provide you with an amazing day and you have to pick a fight on me? You're not going and that's final", he yells with a scowl on his face.

For a moment I feel bad, he did do everything in a perfect way today. Until now the day has been nothing else but perfect and I'm messing it up with my wish. But hey he can't lock me in for forever. Dean gets up and grabs a jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Out", is all he says before leaving the house. Well that escalated fast, damn I didn't expect him to react this extreme.

"Who the hell does he think he is, to talk to me like that? One moment we're fine and the next he's totally losing his shit." My words might have been determined but I was talking in a normal voice and he just yells at me out of the blue.

Of course I understand he's worried, but damn I haven't been out properly in months. We could have at least talked about this like two adults instead of him yelling like that. And damn I'm not even going to be in a race myself, so what's the big deal.

Angry I scream into one of the cushions, letting all the anger flow.

"We're still going, right?", Tyler asks with a little concern in his voice.

"Of course, now more than ever."

"Yessssss", I hear all four of my friends call out and Igor has a huge grin on his face.

"I'll just have to go and get changed", no idea where to find all the stuff. After all I've not even been to the upper floor yet.

"Don't bother, you look hot in that dress and you won't be racing. So that should be just fine for a change", Tyler responds.

This is going to be really weird, going there dressed like this. At least it saves me from looking for my clothes. While the others are already all excited about the race, I feel a little down. As much as I'm looking forward to the race, this isn't how I wanted our first evening in our new home to end.

"Hey don't think too much about it. You know he's a little over protective at the moment. He'll be ok", Tyler gives me a nudge.

I give Tyler a small smile and nod. I can't even blame Dean for being so protective after all we've been through. But I'm like a wild animal and I sure don't belong put into a golden cage and the sooner he learns that the better.

I did hope Dean would return before we leave and come with us, but obviously that wasn't his intention when he stormed out. Right now I don't know whether to feel sad or be angry about his childish behaviour. I guess I'm both.

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry this chapter is like quite short. But I lost part of my work yesterday and I wanted to get part of it out to you today already, so I split it. Besides I think the chapter might have gotten extremly long, if I had posted it in one go.

So who remembered Igor? What do you think about the situation?

Looking forward to getting part 2 of this chapter out to you tomorrow.

And yay, today Racing Desires was ranked 1# in categorie sexiness, I'm overwhelmed thank you everyone who has been reading, commenting and voting. Please keep it up, you make me ever so happy.