Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

It feels like it has been my fight, since the day I was born, to be the son of Bobby Donovan, a Formula One legend who ended up partying too hard to forget about the demons troubling him. A legend on the asphalt, a wreck as a human being.

“I have coddled you. I did the same with your father and can’t lose you too. Not you.”

“And sending me away is the solution?”

Her hand shakes as she places it on mine on the table. “I love you with all my heart, but I won’t sleep with my phone pressed to my ear, waiting for news that will shatter my world.”

Denny slides a folder toward me, and I flick through the school brochure. Only four hundred students are accepted at the high school and then move on to Eagleton College. Getting a spot there is highly coveted, so my stepfather must have pulled a lot of strings. It’s an impressive building. A campus spread over two acres, having all the finest amenities.

“Fine.”

I’m just too exhausted to negotiate my stay further. It’s like I am driven by this bleak space inside of me which hungers for destruction, to burn things down. Yet, it never pushes me enough to end it.

Shooting up from my chair, I take the campus map with me. My stepfather follows me back to my room. Neither of them deserves my poor treatment or my attitude. It’s not their fault I am the way I am.

“Is Sergio going to take my place on the team?” He’s been after my spot for years now.

“You know the difference between him and you?”

I jut my chin, waiting for him to tell me that he has his shit together, blah, blah. Instead, he grips my shoulder and says, “You have your father’s talent. Pair that with discipline, and it will put you on a pedestal Bobby never achieved. I know you can because you’re my son too. So do not disrespect me by saying you aren’t. Get your head straight, unleash that potential, and quench that part of you that is hell-bent on sabotaging yourself.”

Nodding, I accept that yesterday was a massive fuckup. I could have died out of sheer stupidity.

Maybe facing the consequences for once in my life will make me act better. I can’t blame my sickness for everything. That would mean I am just a victim and I refuse to be that.

“Stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble is my middle name.”

“Raise hell on the asphalt, son. Outside of it, learn to abide by rules.”

“Dad?” I turn to him and say, “I’m sorry I am such a mess.”

“I love the beautiful mess you are, but start valuing what you have.”

Maybe this is what I need. A change in the scenery, where no one knows me. Right, as if my name isn’t plastered all over the damn internet.

I stopped googling myself years ago, not wanting to read all those idiotic articles written by people thinking they have a say about me. Such a talent wasted on this rebel. Just like his father, a force on and off the track.

I’m fucking tired of being compared to him. And I am not curious to hear what the sports journalists have to say about my recent screw-up that could cost me my career.

But I’m coming back, and yes, I will raise hell afterward on the track.

You might take my place, Sergio, but I’m going to snatch it right from under you.

My best friend calls me while I drop on the bed, reclining my back against the headboard.

“What am I going to do without you? I’ll have to console Tiffany with my dick in your absence.”

“You do that.” I’ve never been interested in girls. All I’ve ever needed was to feel the engine rumbling under me. And pussy, I’ve learned from my surroundings, takes away from focus. I have an incredible right hand when the urge appears. The girls should thank me.

With my fucked up brain, I’m sorry for the girl who will end up piquing my interest.

“I’m going to miss you, man. It won’t be the same without you,” Alec says.

Yeah, the rebel boy, the party king, the hellraiser on the asphalt.

No wonder I am torn apart by all these people trying to live through me.