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ffice, and the stench of burnt motor oil mixed with ch

ub. In my hand, I clutched a custom titanium tie clip I had just finished grinding and polishing down in the shop-a surprise meant for the hidden comp

e on the worn

*Separation and Asset R

l and unapologetic: they stripped me of every mechanical patent, confiscated all my proprietary dyno

e effective date was clearly typed

The very day the club was se

ec's signature was already scrawled in

ed into a violen

und my waist, whispering against the hollow of my throat that he would prot

cast my dying mother aside for a venomous mistress, plundering her mechanical patents and leaving us with nothing. I severed all blood ties, discarded

tude for saving my life, and desperate for a sanctuary far from my father's reach, I willingly clipped my own wings. I buried my identit

s was m

e cut through the silence, followed immediately by a wo

greement back into its original crease, shoved it into the inner

pen bay doors, cutting through the haze of we

deep shadow cast by

e-black Road King, two bo

her crimson nails trailing lazily down Alec's collarbone. Genevra-my illegitimate, half-sister. The spo

nds were planted firmly on her hips, pulling h

nched in syrup: "Thank you, Alec. If you hadn't gifted me this limited-edition intake man

tightening his grip on her w

patch. "At your birthday run in thirty days, I don't want to see that unpatched, homele

he rush? The position is yours. If you can't even handle a little patience, h

shadows, my bloo

at wa

ep Genevra and her father's supply lines hooked. To Alec, both sisters were just leverage: I was his f

teel lift, my footsteps heavy a

s negotiations have gott

h the ambient hum of t

us, calculating smirk as she clutched the parts box tightly against her chest. "Oh, Jolene... don't be dra

knuckles were white around t

tures, replaced by a cold, familiar mask of indifference. He patted

gloating, triumphant glare in my directio

I was a customer causing an unnecessary scene, his voice dripping with irritation: "What the hell i

zen me out, saving all his tenderness for the

I dug my fingernails into my palms, keeping my tone dead a

vor

k. "You want a divorce? Jolene, have you forgotten who dragged your half-dead body out of that burning wreckage? Without my protection

or holding a stack of delivery invoices. Alec immediately turned his

microscopic shred of gratitude

el and walked tow

me, "are we really keeping the missus in the da

d. If she can't even swallow her pride over a set of manifolds, she doesn't belong at my table... Have th

.

Genevra was leaning against the brick wall, blowi

keep my eyes shut. In thirty days, once Alec clears the paperwork and I take over this place, we'l

y with you? You're not worthy of the word. You and your mother are nothi

the parasite! Thirty days, Jolene. Once that agreement takes effect, I'm the Pr

nt certainty, I didn't even

g her family along. And Alec had no idea that in his arrogant certainty of contro

limbed into the cab of my battered F

e from inside my jacket and dialed a number

ings. A low, gravelly voice ca

yl seat, my voice hard as tool steel. "Tell Oakland

The payout is insane-a million-dollar base salary and full operational autonomy ov

madman. He personally reviewed your blueprints and demanded you by name. He claims your mic

eash, you're stepping strai

rinking silhouette of the Langley garage,

coward who steals my work," I said coldly. "Get my pa

the rough, reliable roar of the engine before pu

thirty days is your co

isn't for m

ountdown t