That was the problem.
For years I'd operated with clear objectives. Build empire. Protect the family that matters. Maintain control. Everything I did had purpose. Calculated outcomes.
Olive threw all that into chaos.
Made me want things I'd convinced myself I didn't need. Made me feel s**t I'd buried so deep I forgot it existed.
And now my father was threatening to weaponize my past, destroy the one good thing I'd let near me in five years.
"I need to race," I said suddenly.
Nikolai raised an eyebrow. "You haven't raced in THREE months."
"I know."
"Track's occupied for the next hour. Two more races are scheduled."
"Clear them."
"Zane—"
"Clear them, Nikolai. I’m racing tonight."
He stared at me, then nodded. "Fine. But if you crash and die, I'm not explaining it to Olive."
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