Page 14 of Menace in Vegas

I glance in the rearview mirror.

Flashing lights.

It’s a cop.

Fucking perfect.

Allie perks up instantly, grinning. "Oh my God," she says, delighted. "Is petal getting pulled over?"

I say nothing.

She leans over, peering into the mirror. "Yep. Petal’s definitely getting pulled over."

I grit my teeth so hard my jaw might break.

I pull the car to the shoulder, shove it into park, and drop my forehead against the wheel.

This is a nightmare.

Allie is fucking cackling. "Wow, Byrns. Speeding in a pink convertible named petal? You’re full of surprises."

I slowly lift my head. "Shut up."

She smirks.

A shadow falls over my window. I roll it down.

The cop leans in, clearly trying not to laugh. "License and registration, please."

I exhale slowly. "Yeah. Sure."

I dig through the glove compartment, Allie still giggling beside me.

The cop arches a brow. "You in a rush to get somewhere?"

I grind my molars. "Vegas."

He nods, clearly fighting a smirk. "You always drive Barbie cars, son?"

Allie loses it. She actually fucking wheezes.

I glare at her.

She grins at the cop. "Only when he’s feeling extra fancy. Petal brings out his soft side."

The cop chuckles.

I pray for strength.

He looks back at me. "License?"

I shove it at him.

He walks back to his cruiser, taking his sweet time.

Allie leans in, eyes full of mischief. "You seem tense."

I don’t look at her. "I wonder why," I mutter.

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