Page 148 of Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 2)
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“You ready for this, Mrs. Channing?” he asks me with a dark chuckle. He knows I’m not changing my name, but whatever.
I have no idea where we’re going, but it doesn’t matter because Vic is driving. He loosens his tie, lights a cigarette, and kicks the engine to life beneath us.
“I’m ready,” I tell him as the song oozes from the speakers, perfuming the air with sound. Victor takes off down the curving road toward the street and, as we pull onto it, the Camaro and the Bronco slide into formation behind us.
And off we go.
Havoc on a fucking honeymoon.
All bets are on and I’m throwing my money at the possibility of mayhem.
No, no, the certainty of it.To Be Continued …
