71. WRECKAGE

~ Asher’s POV ~  - - - - - Three Days Later - - - - - “Damn,” Mikey laughed as he shoved a pint of beer to Asher’s face. “You must be the most miserable millionaire I’ve ever seen,” “Shut up,” Asher groaned and grabbed the glass. He had his face down on the bar’s countertop and he only lifted it up to drink his beer. “Man, seriously,” Mikey rolled his eyes as he stood up straighter from behind the bar. This little dive bar was his proudest achievement. He built everything in here, including the race car themed decor, and he called this place Sour Diesel.  “You’ve got a check for a cool one million dollars!” he hissed under his breath, making sure no one else in the bar heard him. “That’s plenty of money for us to start the team!” Asher only let out a sigh and drank the rest of his beer.  “Look, so what if your family disowned ya, big whoop. You disowned them already too!” Mikey was trying his best to hype Asher up, but Asher couldn’t feel anything. He was just numb. “Bro,” Mikey said a