Page 110 of My Crazy Killers
EPILOGUE
“Watch out!” Pete yells, and I slam on the brakes.
“What?” I ask in alarm.
“Can you not see that lamp post right in front of you?” I lean forward and look up at said lamppost that’s only about fifteen feet from the front of the car and nod.
“Oh yeah, would you look at that?”
“Tell me you’re kidding,” Sly says from the passenger seat.
I turn my forced smile to him as I lie through my teeth. “I’m kidding.”
“Out now,” he demands as he places the car in park and turns the engine off.
“He’s being overdramatic, right?” I ask, turning in my seat to look at Pete and Dex. Dex’s face looks remarkably pale, and Pete is pulling the neckline of his shirt away from his skin as he lets out a deep breath.
“You know I love you, right?” Pete asks uneasily.
“Am I really that bad?”
“Worse,” Sly says, now standing at my open door. “Out.”
“How am I going to learn to drive if you keep kicking me out?”
“Some people aren’t meant to drive, and you, Wren, are one of those people. Now get out before I have to pull you out myself and throw you over my knee.”
“Here?!” I ask in shock, my eyes scanning the empty parking lot.
“Yes! Please do it here!” Pete says, suddenly perking up.
“You be quiet,” I say, wagging my finger at him. “Don’t encourage him.”
“If you get out, I won’t need to spank you in public, where you know I’ll leave you needy and wet. And if you’re good, and move over to the passenger seat now, then I’ll spank you at home instead.”
“With a happy ending?” I ask hopefully. He nods once, and I rush to unclip my seat belt and climb across to the passenger seat he vacated so he can climb in behind the wheel.
“Buckle up,” he instructs, and I do as he says, my body suddenly very eager to get home as quickly as possible. As he pulls onto the road, he glances over at me and sighs. “And Wren?”
“Yeah?”
“No more driving for you. Ever.”
I’m silent for a minute, contemplating that before I finally respond. “I thought I was getting better?”
Pete barks out a laugh from the backseat. “Sorry, angel. But you could have gone anywhere in that parking lot, and you headed straight for that pole.”
“I didn’t see it!” I exclaim.
“Maybe you need glasses,” Dex suggests.
“You don’t need to drive,” Sly says calmly. “All five of us can drive. You can just relax and enjoy.”
My lips twist in thought for a minute before I ask. “Can we still go shooting later?”
He sighs before conceding. “Yes. I’ll admit you are getting marginally better with your aim.”
“Great! Cause I want a gun when we go on our next mission.”
