Page 137 of GAF Factor

“A tricked-out minivan,” she corrected. “With a machine gun that pops out the top.”

“And despite how cool that is, I still say no.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“It’s my op,” I growled.

“It’s my minivan.”

“That’s fine because I’m not taking your damn minivan,” I snapped.

I spun around to leave and found myself surrounded by Dash, IRIS, Fox, and FNG—in other words, the craziest of them all.

“What’s wrong with our minivan?” Fox asked.

“Yeah. You got a problem with it?” FNG asked.

IRIS stepped forward. “Something you want to say to us?”

Fucking hell, these guys just wouldn’t let this shit go. The headache behind my eyes was rapidly progressing to a migraine. “Fine. If it’s that fucking important to you, we’ll take the fucking minivan.”

Dash shrugged. “Well, I don’t want to take it if you’re going to be mean about it.”

I tossed my hands up in the air, already tired of this shit. “I’m out of here. I have to get the money.”

“Ooh, can I come with you?” Fox asked.

“No,” I tossed over my shoulder.

In the five minutes it took me to get out to my car, I was already considering suicide. I couldn’t take a trip with any of those guys, let alone five minutes in a minivan with them. It was only Isla that was keeping me going.

I headed out of town to my house and was just about to pull into my driveway when I heard crunching coming from the back seat. I turned around and cursed under my breath when I saw a blanket on the floor covering a lump. I slammed on the brakes, making whoever was under the blanket slam into the center console.

“Fuck, that really hurt!”

Fox. Of course, it was him. I ripped the blanket off and grimaced at the yellow stains on his fingers. “Don’t you ever get tired of eating those?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of breathing?”

“What the fuck are you doing in my car?”

“Uh…” He sat up and looked around. “Oh, is that where I am?”

I hit the gas and finished the drive home as he climbed into the front seat, almost kicking me in the head. I was so fucking tired and all I wanted to do was sleep, but there was shit to do. Arguing with him just wasn’t worth it.

“So, I finally get to see the digs of the big bad IKE. So cool.”

I rolled my eyes as I turned down the driveway.

“Classic, but nice. Could use a little decoration. Maybe some yard work. Then again, I didn’t take you for a very Christmassy sort of guy.”

I put the car in park and headed up the back steps, trying to tune him out along the way.

“You know, I once knew a guy with a house like this. Except, his one was only one story, and it was in town, and it was blue. Oh, and it was really rundown.”

“So, it wasn’t at all like this.”

“Well, pretty much. I mean, it was a house. Same general shape.”

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