Page 139 of Live and Let Ride

Brady said.

Hunt added.

Griff said.

Then I gunned Cleo. Shifted into third, fourth, then fifth, rocketing out of town.

My friends were on our tail as we zipped by a view that was already new and unfamiliar.

We were leaving behind so many lies—good fucking riddance.

Up ahead was the future—and it was whollyours.

Here was our new beginning.

All fucking ours.

Hunt sang.

Layla echoed.

Our joint laughter rang into our bond as we zoomed forward into the unknown.