My parents and Santi beam at me from their seats off to the side of the stage, waving signs amongst other parents of graduates from the Universitat de Barcelona.
“Maya Alatorre, Bachelor of Arts in Communications.” The announcer states my degree in both English and Spanish. I know it’s been a while for me, but I heard the first-place view on the podium is best.” He sends me an evil smile before stepping away. It’s seeing the pathetic excuse of a man you’ve become. Would you like to wipe your eyes with a couple of hundred-dollar bills? What a disappointment to raise someone who has three World Championship titles already.” Inside, my blood burns hot, edginess creeping up my spine in the hopes of a fight-an unlucky genetic inheritance from this man. A pompous brat who acted out, pretending to be tough when you really cried into your pillow at night about a mommy who didn’t love you and a daddy who beat your ass weekly.” The only reason you got this far was because of me and my investments since no other person would have sponsored your sorry ass. “You’re such a fuck-up, ever since you were born.
He doesn’t back down, keeping eye to eye with me as he sneers. Don’t want to get near me because I hear being a loser is contagious.” I grip his hands and push him the fuck off me. I’d honestly forget she talks except for when she calls me to ask for exclusive tickets and backstage passes. She chooses to turn a blind eye every damn time he gets this way, indifference evident in her blank gaze. A useless waste of space who plays the role of a mother whenever convenient. His anger doesn’t faze my mother, who sits there and watches us, eyes cold and dead, just like her personality. You can’t live in my shadow when you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as me.” Wonder how it feels to kiss a whole year of your life away. “I lost thousands because of your shitty-ass display out there. He leers at me, his words a snarl against his clenched teeth. I’m an asshole with walls higher than the Grand fucking Canyon. To please him and protect myself, I became everything he is, minus smacking people around. I stare into my dad’s eyes and look at the monster who made me. Because to survive the worst of them, you eventually become them. My dad stripped away my childhood at the expense of my humanity. Slaps became punches that upgraded into verbal lashings once I reached his height. Fans don’t know the real me, the shit I dealt with to impress my dad, the weekly beatings I received if I placed anything below first. Desperate for anything to stop his private rituals. Then it became Formula phases, forever seeking his love and approval at the expense of my childhood.
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Every year he got worse when all I wanted to do was please him, pushing myself to become one of the best drivers in karts. Gone was the dad who took me to the park to ride my bike or throw a football around. Ironic how the best years of my life became the worst. The first three years of my life were fun, but ever since I began karting, it was game over. Throttled is a standalone romance packed with action, steam, and banter.My dad and I have a tumultuous history at best.
Except while I search for my happy ending, he wants to destroy his. I want more of the villain disguised as a prince.
Despite everyone warning me to stay away from Noah, I can’t resist the man hiding behind a mask of indifference. A man with walls higher than the Grand Canyon. I want more of the vill What happens when my brother’s rival becomes my secret crush? Noah Slade is a Formula 1 legend in the making. What happens when my brother’s rival becomes my secret crush? Noah Slade is a Formula 1 legend in the making.
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