Chapter 50: Zane's POV
Growing up, I was obsessed with cars.
Every latest model—Bugatti, Ferrari, Mercedes, sport cars that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds. The obsession turned into something more. Racing.
I loved the thrill of it, the way your entire body tensed right before you hit the gas, knuckles white on the wheel, gear shift vibrating under your palm.
That moment when you're in your own world, everything else fading away until it's just you and the road and the finish line you're chasing.
It was nothing like hockey.
Hockey was the game my father forced on me. A role I needed to play to stay part of the family. Part of the empire. But f**k the family. I stopped caring about family the day mother died.
Except I had to care. There was too much at stake if I didn't. A
