Cameron's POV
I reached the designated area in less than twenty minutes. I knew the route as if it was my everyday way to work. I had been racing there for at least four years and I had never missed an event. The thrill of stepping on the gas the second the flag goes down and the excitement of changing gears at the perfect moment to make the car go faster. And, of course, the satisfaction of reaching the end as the winner after leaving all others at least three seconds behind.
That was my thing. I had always loved car racing. I always wanted to own one of the beasts that roared when igniting the engine. And the wonderful moment of changing gears that gave me the power as the one who controlled everything. Most people love automatic s**t. That does the job for them. They just want to go f
