The Outlaw Genius Of Supercars

Summary

After I got out of prison, my buddy and I opened an auto shop together.

He put up the cash, I provided the expertise, and we agreed on a seventy-thirty split. Relying on my custom tuning skills, we took the local trust-fund racing scene by storm in our very first year, clearing eight million dollars in net profit.

But when I went to collect my cut at the end of the year, he handed me a check for only ten grand.

"The only reason we're doing so well is because I'm the one rubbing shoulders with those rich kids," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Anyone can turn a wrench.