Ex-Wife Became the Top Driver, He Regretted It
When I didn't move, he dropped to his knees with a thud and tried to crawl over and wrap his arms around my legs.
"Sara, I was wrong. I was so wrong. I'll give up Redline Racing, I'll stop being Mr. Black. I'll go back to being your private mechanic. Please."
He wept, snot and tears streaking his face, utterly wretched.
I walked over, expressionless, but not to help him up.
I lifted my foot and slammed it hard into the replica's front bumper.
The flimsy plastic cracked on impact.
"Ethan, you're used to dropping millions on paintings to put on a show, used to people swarming around you. Can you really stand to lie under a cold chassis again, swallowing a mouthful of dust?"