The Last Clean Lap

A disgraced, alcoholic Formula One world champion, broken by the crash that killed his best friend and cost him everything, is coerced by a stunning, untrustworthy con woman into driving the getaway car for a robbery that unravels into a war between a corrupt senator, private contractors, and a detective playing everyone. To get his son back, he will have to outrun, outthink, and outlast them all.

Ethan Moss used to be the fastest man alive. Three world championships, hands steady enough to thread death at two hundred miles an hour, and a name that belonged to champagne, cameras, and victory. Then Monaco happened. One fatal miscalculation. One best friend dead in the wreckage. One life stripped down to bourbon, nightmares, supervised visits with his five-year-old son, and a rented room above a laundromat in Louisiana.
When Drayke, a former intelligence operative with a buried war of his own, and Lena Marchetti, a beautiful con artist who turns vulnerability into a blade, put a photograph of Ethan's son on a bar table, Ethan says yes to the one thing he swore he would never become: a getaway driver. The job is supposed to last ten minutes. Meridian Capital. A stolen drive. Four hundred thousand dollars. No bodies. No heroics. Just speed.
But the robbery is only the spark. The drive contains proof of a trafficking network protected by Senator Harlan Mace, laundered through Meridian, and hunted by private contractors who kill with professional calm. As New Orleans turns into a maze of police pressure, contractor ambushes, burned safe houses, and dawn chases through streets too narrow for mercy, Ethan finds himself trapped between a mastermind ready for prison, a detective willing to use anyone to expose the truth, and Lena, who may be betraying him, saving him, or both.
With bullets chewing through steel and the ghost of Nico Brands still riding beside him, Ethan must decide whether guilt is a grave or a road. To reach his son, he will have to do more than survive the chase. He will have to take responsibility for the living, stop worshiping the dead, and drive the only lap that still matters.