"Oh my god, this Corvette is so fucking sexy." I ran my hand along the peeling red paint. It wasn't in the best condition, but a Corvette was a Corvette. "Can I drive it?"
"There's no engine. We used it for parts," Drake said.
My heart sank into my stomach, and I let out a wheeze. "You what?"
"We were running low on funds, so we did what we had to do," Josiah said. "It never meant anything to us anyway."
What the fuck?
"How the hell can you call yourselves a racing team if you're willing to do that to one of the best-looking cars ever made?" I shook my head. "It's disgusting."
"What? Racing?" Drake's mouth fell open. "Oh my god, no. We wanted a driver."
I looked over at Josiah, then Drake. "I drive cars for a living, therefore I'm a driver. What's the confusion?"
"You said you drove for RTR," Josiah said.
I nodded. "Yeah, Roger Truscott Racing."
"Oh no. Oh my god. Look, in our line of work, that means Real Time Robotics," Drake said.
"Robotics? What the fuck is going on?" I asked.
"You wouldn't happen to know much about combat robotics, would you?" Drake forced a smile, and it wasn't difficult to see the hope leave his eyes.
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Katie Moore is a controversial figure in the car racing world with several strikes against her. One, she is a female. Two, she is a female with opinions. And three, she is a female with opinions who thoroughly enjoys sharing them with no inhibition. A one-track mind (with a few side streets), all she wants is to win a race to shut everyone up about her mistakes and misfortunes.
But when she's down on her luck, a team of nerds finds their way into her life, giving her an offer that she probably should refuse.
"Ignore." He mocks, scoffing yet again. "You will tell him he has small dick and cannot drive. You will tell him you are not some niñita that he can push around. You will make TikTok about getting three trophies in rookie year! I will help you make them."
"Fernando, I really-"
"You make video, look happy, smile, point to trophy. I will make it nice. Then you post it." He won't let me get a word in. I'm really starting to regret this now... but a part of me also feels insanely emboldened by a man I idolised as a kid encouraging me to be petty and vindictive. "You will be bad guy."
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With her first season in Formula 1 brought to an early - and unwanted - end, Jessica Bond is determined to look forward, to the next year.
If only it was as simple as it sounds.
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"Don't ask." Mick hisses before I can open my mouth. He looks shattered. Without much care, he's yanking his shirt off, eyebrows drawn together as he inspects the damage from the coffee stain. "Scheiße."
"I'm gonna ask."
"My alarm didn't go off. Starbucks was slow." He rolls up the shirt as the lift pings and the doors open. I follow him out. "I tripped on a kerb."
I'm not laughing. I'm not-
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Tropes/tags;
- Protagonist is an IDIOT
- Fernando Alonso, Drama Creator Supreme
- Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting (Sarcasm)
- Jos Verstappen Bashing
- The gang celebrates Christmas™
- Logan is American™
- EXCESSIVE SWEARING
- No Beta: we suffer like Ferrari fans hearing team radios
- Max Verstappen is a softie stop pretending he isn't
- 1st POV
Chapters marked with:
♦ contain distressing themes and/or potentially triggering events
▪ contain mature content
■ contain nudity and/or sexual content
🥇#RealPersonFiction - 22/10