by Bec Botefuhr
RACING FOR FREEDOM
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Bec Botefuhr
Copyright © 2013 Bec Botefuhr
Racing for freedom is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
For everyone who believed in me, who knew that I could do it even when I didn’t believe it. My family, friends, co-workers and everyone who said “You can do it.” Thank you.
For my husband’s patience and love, and for not hitting me over the head for all the hours I have spent working on my novels. For my gorgeous daughters who are the best children a mother could ask for.
For all my fans, for their encouragement and belief, for their kind words and amazing hearts. You all make this possible for me.
Thanks to Coverit Designs for the amazing cover of this book. Thanks to Melissa Diamond for being the MOST amazing reader I could have. Thanks to Dawn Martens for reading, being honest and helping me with the editing. You gals are my rocks. I love you.
THIS IS A STAND ALONE NOVEL - IT IS NOT A SERIES.
This book is set in Australia, the authors home town. I hope I’ve made most parts of it understandable to my overseas readers. Thank you.
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Prologue
People want a simple life. What they don’t realize, is that life is never simple. Even if there was no war, no heartache, no pain, and no bad things to happen – life still wouldn’t be simple. You could walk down the street, fall, breaking your leg. Your simple life just became a whole lot different. You could have an accident tomorrow, and it could change everything. Someone could die, someone could be born, someone could cheat, and someone could get hurt. Simple, is never an option. Not really.
I wish for simple often, at least, the logical part of my brain does. I wish I was just a normal girl. I wish I had normal friends. I wish I had a boyfriend that would take me out, open doors for me, kiss my cheek like a gentleman and make love to me on rainy days. I wish my mother never died. I wish my dad never had that accident, it changed everything. I wish, often, that things were different. But they’re not, and life is how it is. We are dealt the hand we’re meant to have, and we’re forced to deal with it.
My life is so far from simple, I don’t even remember what simple feels like. My life, became anything but simple the day Slade Devaroe entered it, he came like a hurricane. He threw heartache and love into my life, in the most complicated of ways. He became my everything, and yet, he was the thing that broke me.
Chapter One
“Dash, baby, will you go get me some bourbon?” My father calls from the couch.
I’m in the middle of filling out a university application form. The pen is poking from my mouth and I’m mumbling angrily to myself. I don’t understand half these questions. I don’t even know why I’m applying. I guess I want to do something aside from racing, and this is my best bet. I raise my eyes to my father, and he smiles at me. I smile around the pen and nod. How can I say no? I forgot how to say no to him a long time ago. He stands and his body is angled slightly to the left.
My father was once a stunning man. He had broad shoulders, thick arms, a dazzling smile, and a woman to adore. Then the crash happened. The crash that changed everything. Now he walks with a limp. He rarely leaves the house, instead, opting to drink himself into oblivion most nights. I think it’s the only way he can sleep. I don’t blame him. I’ve contemplated it many times too.
My father, was a world champion race car driver. He won the championship three times. He raced every day and night, committing himself fully to the world of racing, and, go figure, it was an everyday car accident that stole his dream and his wife. Life is horrible like that, sometimes it’s sent to try us, in the cruelest, most gut wrenching ways. My father never had an accident on the track, but one rainy night driving home, changed everything for him.
“Sure dad,” I say, smiling.
His smile widens, as though I’ve relieved some sort of pressure in his mind. His brown eyes twinkle, and he runs a hand through his messy dark hair. “Thanks Dash.”
“No problem, anything else while I’m out?” I ask, picking up my purse, tucking it under my arm.
“Are you racing this afternoon?”
I frown. “Yes, Slade has moved back to town, so I have to put extra effort into my racing now. Lots more practices for me.”
My father grimaces. “That boy will be the death of us. He’s good Dash.”
“I know.”
“Have you spoken to him yet?”
I shake my head furiously. Slade and I go a long way back. We met during high school. We became friends through our love of racing, but it was always strained. Our fathers hated each other, competition was fierce. I don’t really know why they hated one another, I think competition just got the better of them and winning became everything. It’s sad how winning changes people, I swore it would never change me and I fought to keep Slade and I as close as possible.
Then that awful night happened, and everything changed for both of us. Slade and his family just upped and left the next day, he never even came to my mother’s funeral. I still don’t know why. Slade and I now dislike each other, to a point we can’t be in the same room for longer than five minutes, before going at each other’s throats. I’ll never forgive him for leaving me without even a goodbye. Worse, I’ll never forgive him for not being there when I needed him to be.
“I haven’t spoken to him,” I say, walking towards the door. “And I don’t plan to.”
My father looks weary, he’s warned me against Slade now for years, making me swear not to go near him and to avoid speaking to him. I understand why, he knows Slade pulls my heart strings. Our parents didn’t know of our close friendship, they knew we got along, but they never realized it ran so much deeper. Slade’s father refused to ever acknowledge me, constantly pushing his son to be a winner and forget the rest.
“Don’t look like that dad, it’s not worth your head space,” I soothe, gently.
He smiles, but it’s forced. “I know, thanks Dash.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
I walk out the door before we can discuss Slade any longer. It’s a beautiful day in Brisbane, Australia. We’ve lived here, in this same house, my entire life. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We travel down to Sydney a few times a year to compete, but mostly we compete here in Brisbane. There are a few good race tracks as well as a lot of older beach tracks that we can go to on weekend, off the record. I love place and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
I get into my old Chevy Nova that my dad did up for me before the accident. It�
��s my baby. I start her up, and the engine kicks to life, letting off a low, husky rumble. Ah, cars, it’s what I live for. I started racing when I was a kid, just go carts and things like that. When I was old enough, my father got me into cars, sneaking me down to the old beach tracks to practice. I still remember my first real race, Slade was there and it changed my life.
“You won, Dashy!” Slade cries, wrapping his arm around me, swinging me in a circle.
I beam at him, I finally won my first race. Of course it wasn’t against the big guns, just a junior team, but I still won. The more I win, the more I’ll climb to the top with Slade. I beam over at him and his aqua eyes sparkle with joy. There’s never competition between us, even though we will eventually race against each other and only one of us will win.
“I can’t believe I did it!” I cry.
“You are going to kill it on the big tracks.”
Slade hugs me again and then takes my hand, leading me down to the small lake nearby. We sit on the soft grass and our hands remain firmly tangled. Slade and I don’t have a normal friendship, if our parents ever found out how close we are, things would become messy, very quickly. So for now, we hide it.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Amazing, I can’t believe I did it!”
“I knew you would Dash, you’re amazing.”
“Well, only thanks to you, I am certain I have learned half of what I know from you.”
He grins and a dimple forms in his cheek. “You got talent Dashy, you can’t teach talent.”
I snuggle into his side and sigh. He’s right about that. You can’t teach talent. You either have it, or you don’t.
I shake my head and the memory away, then I pull out onto the main road. I’m desperate for some coffee after going over those university applications, so I pull into our local coffee shop first. I park the car right down the end of the lot, away from all the other cars. Call me careful. I get out and walk into the shop, the aroma of coffee and the grinding of coffee beans, take me away so much, that I don’t notice him sitting in the corner with his buddies.
“Well well, if it isn’t my competition. Hello Dashy, long time no see.”
Slade. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I haven’t seen Slade for well over a year. I saw him at a race two years after he left me and he treated me as though he didn’t know me. He was so cold and cruel, teasing and taunting me the entire time. I was so angry and hurt I vowed never to speak to him again. Luckily for me, he hadn’t been back…until now.
When I saw him last, he was twenty-two and hot headed, desperate to become something amazing. I slowly turn and face the man that has haunted my life and my dreams since I was a young girl. When our eyes meet, I feel a shock current jolt through me. He’s no longer the young man I remember, he’s changed, but he’s still as beautiful as he was the day I first laid eyes on him.
His lean body has now filled out with bulky muscle. His once clean skinned arms, are now boasting some seriously hot tattoos. His dark green eyes have lightened to an almost aqua colour that’s so striking, it’s mesmerizing. It’s like looking at a couple of crystals. They’re out of this world. His once short brown hair is now messy, yet it sits so perfectly on his head. His jaw is defined, his lips are full and he’s absolutely mind blowing. So mind blowing it takes me a moment to answer, but I get there. “Slade, it’s not a pleasure.”
“Dashy grew up, hell girl, you look fine.”
I hate him calling me Dashy and he knows it. He’s called me that since we were younger and once it was cute. Now…it’s painful.
“Slade,” I say, staring him right in the eye. “Why don’t you go and find someone else to chat up. I’d rather cut off my own arm, then to have you call me fine.”
His brows rise in challenge and his lips curl into a sexy, half smirk. “Dashy still has an attitude.”
“Fuck off.”
“Mam, I ask that you refrain from using that language in the shop,” the cashier says, eyes wide.
“I’m sorry.”
“What can I get you?”
“Just a coffee. Black. Strong.”
Maybe a shot of alcohol.
“So, Dashy, are you racing this year?” Slade asks and I hear his friend’s chuckle.
I turn to face him again, with a snarky smile on my face. “Now Slade, I know you didn’t finish school, but I’m fairly certain you aren’t that stupid. If you’re serious about racing, you always know who you’re up against. It’s racing law.”
His smirk fades. “I know who I’m up against, and I know who’ll win.”
“Good, then the conversation is finished.”
“You can’t beat me Dashy,” he says, “I learned from the best.”
“I could say the same,” I snap, shoving a note towards the cashier, who hands me a coffee.
“Really? How did your father teach you, when he barely leaves the couch? Let me guess, you’re off getting him alcohol right now?”
That hurts. Hits me right in the heart. I turn and storm over, and then I tip the scalding coffee all over his lap.
“I hope you rot in hell, Slade.”
Then I tear out the door, listening to his pained bellows as the coffee burns his skin. I get to my car and fumble to unlock it. I’m angry, but mostly I’m hurt. I remember a time when Slade and I got along so well. Then wining took over and it took the boy I knew with it. I feel tears burn hot as I slide into the car and turn it on, jerking it to life. I drive straight to the liquor shop and it’s the first time I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, buying this for my father. Damn you Slade. Damn you.
Chapter Two
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” Dad asks, as soon as I step through the door.
“I saw Slade.”
His face falls. “Is everything ok? Did he upset you?”
“Yes, but I dealt with it.”
“Dash, we have been over this. You need to control your temper to win.”
I glare at him. “Yes dad, I know that. Okay? You remind me every damn day.”
“I know that, but I also know how much Slade affects you. Stay away from him Dash, he’s no good for you. I won’t have him ruining this.”
I glare at my father, truly horrified. This coming from the man who doesn’t leave the couch. “Maybe if you came down once in a while, you would be able to keep an eye on me!”
He reels back and stares at me shocked. “I’m sorry Dasha, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I sigh, there’s no point in going over this with him now. “It wasn’t you who upset me, just give me a minute, ok?”
I toss the bottle of bourbon on the couch and walk up the narrow stair case to my room. When I get in, I close the door behind me and sigh. I could deal with anyone racing against me, but Slade? He’s good and he knows it. He also knows how to wind me up. Slade knows how to get into my heart and find all the hurts I’ve locked so carefully away. He knows how to get to me and dammit, I hate him for that. I close my eyes and push the memory of those beautiful aqua eyes from my head. My phone begins buzzing nosily beside me, with a sigh, I pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey beautiful girl.”
“Hey Lucas, how are you?”
Lucas and I are great friends. Ok, at one point, we were more than friends, but we’ve not taken it further, because, I’m really not sure I feel about him the way he does about me. We had one night of romance, and it was nice, but I am still hesitant. It’s not that Lucas isn’t beautiful, because oh, he is. He’s the perfect man in every way, he’s handsome, he’s sweet, he’s charming, and he adores me, but I don’t want to hurt him by giving my heart, if it’s not ready to be given.
“I’m good, I was wondering if you needed a ride to the race this afternoon?”
“That would be great, I don’t want to take my car.”
“I’ll pick you up in an hour then, maybe we can go to dinner after?”
“Sure, that would be great.”
“I�
��ve missed you Dash, I haven’t seen you in a week.”
“Sorry, I’ve been trying really hard to get those applications out.”
His voice softens. “How’s that going?”
“It’s confusing,” I admit, lying back on my bed.
“I know, but it’ll be worth it. You can’t race forever, it will be good to have a backup.”
“Yeah, I think so too.”
“Alright, well I’m going to be swing by in an hour, ok?”
“Ok Luke, thank you.”
“Anytime, baby girl, see you.”
“Bye.”
I hang the phone up and drop down onto my bed with a sigh. I love racing, I love everything about it, but I hate that my competition is the one person, I can’t deal with. Life would be so much easier if we just got along. I know we should have tried, we should have talked after that night, but when he left without a goodbye, I just couldn’t move past it. The damage was done.
I roll off my bed with a grumble and dig through my closet to find my jeans and my red racing shirt. “Flash Racers” is what the club is called. They’re a well-known racing club and have travelled all over the world to compete. This year we’re racing for the big guns, ten laps, best speed, state champion. That state champion then moves on to the world qualifiers, racing for a place in the world championships. I want that championship. I want to be the first girl to win it. I want all my hard work and my father’s hard work to pay off.
I shake the thoughts from my head and focus back on the moment. I walk into the bathroom and peer into the mirror. My eyes look a little bloodshot, maybe from Slade and my awful encounter earlier. I take my hair in my hands and I tie it up. I have tack, straight blonde hair. My eyes are a dark chocolate brown, which is quite odd considering how fair my hair is. I stare at myself in the mirror and feel my eyes well up. I look more and more like my mother, as the years go by.
