Call Me Sugar Daddy, Racer: Driven by My Mafia Stepbrother

He’s had me pinned for two years. Not in bed—on the Black Ridge circuit. Every time I was about to cross the finish line, he’d cut me off and wreck my cherry pies. Then my mom put on his father’s ring. My enemy became my stepbrother. He gave me a black card, rebuilt my car, and made me call him brother. I thought he was insane. Then I learned the truth— He wasn’t trying to ruin me. He was trying to keep me from dying on the same curve that killed my dad.