Fuel To The Fire (New Adult Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free

races!”
    “I can’t
believe I’m hearing this! I thought the Panata name meant something.” I point
to Enzo. “You guys have been getting rich off my name for years and—”
    “Your
father’s name, Marco. We have done well because of your father and until you
prove that you’re cut from the same cloth as him, you’re going to lose Red Bull
and every other sponsor you have. My old man used to watch you when you were a
kid racing open wheel. Nobody could beat you and when you grew a little and
transferred to NASCAR we thought the same thing would happen so we sponsored
you. We came through for you but you haven’t done a thing for us.”
    I’m so
angry I can’t think straight. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My father’s not
even cold and this guy’s talking about me not being cut from the same cloth? My
ass! I’ll show him. I’ll show them all. I’m pulling out all stops. I’m gonna
win races or die trying like my father did.
    “When
are you going to be discharged?” Alanzo asks.
    “Tomorrow.
Dr. Gordon is coming by after lunch with my papers giving me a clean bill of
health to get behind the wheel again.”
    “Well
that’s good to hear,” my sponsor replies.
    “Now if
you two will excuse me, I’m going to rest.”
    “Sure
thing, Marco. I know you don’t like me right now, but I am on your side. And,
I’m really sorry about your father. I really am.”
    I don’t
trust myself to speak any more. Instead I roll over in bed and shut my eyes.
Alanzo mutters something as he leaves. Somehow I knew this visit would be coming,
but it still caught me by surprise. With my father still racing it was next to,
if not impossible for me to make a name for myself separate from my father. I’m
on the racing team bearing our last name and sometimes even sharing things like
pit crew members and even backup cars. There was just no way to be my own man.
With my father gone I should have the chance to finally make a name for myself
separate from my father’s name. The only problem is, with his death and
sponsors threatening to pull out, I may not have the chance to prove myself.
I’ll have to talk to my crew chief, but I don’t think it is possible to earn
enough points in what’s left of the season to finish in the top ten and keep my
sponsors. That means, the only real chance I have at keeping the money rolling
in, primarily from Red Bull is to win the Daytona 500 at the end of the season.
I don’t know if that is a goal any more realistic than me placing top ten in
points.

    Atlanta
Motor Speedway, Hampton GA: The ADVOCARE 500
    Monday
morning, 7am…
    “What
the hell’s going on out there?” hollers my Spotter Harvey.
    “What’d
you mean?” I reply.
    “This is
your fourth go around and you still haven’t turned a lap above 200! Get your
foot off the brake and show us what she can do.”
    And
that’s what I get for not paying attention. We’re breaking in my back-up car.
We’ve only gone a couple miles and already I don’t like how she’s driving.
    “You
gotta take out some of the wedge!” I holler back.
    “Alright,
bring her in then,” Max replies.
    When I
pull into pit row I have a surprise waiting for me. For some reason that new
nurse, Carrie something is standing there with her trauma kit, apparently
waiting for me. As I come to a full stop she approaches the car.
    “Something
wrong Mr. Panata?” she asks.
    “My
father’s Mr. Panata. Call me Marco. And no, nothing’s wrong. Why does everyone
think something is wrong?” I ask her.
    “Because,”
begins my crew chief as he steps up to my window. “You turned in a top speed of
187 on that last lap! You keep runnin’ laps like that and you won’t even
qualify!”
    Then he
turns to the new girl. “Carrie, I’m taking him out of the car. I want you to
check him out. Something’s up. Maybe the doctor’s at the hospital missed
something.”
    “Yes
sir.”

    Carrie
    Atlanta
Motor Speedway’s Track Trauma Care Center...
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