Page 15 of Menace in Vegas

She bites her lip, smirking. "You know what would make you feel better?"

I finally turn my head, giving her a slow, dangerous look. "Silence?"

She beams. "Nope! Car karaoke!"

I slam my head against the headrest.This trip is gonna be the fucking death of me.

The cop returns, handing me a ticket. "Slow down, Barbie," he says. He glances over and fucking winks at Allie.

She winks back. "Yes, officer."

I’m pretty sure I break a goddamn molar. I grip the steering wheel like my life depends on it.

I’m about to murder a police officer.

I watch him walk away, glaring at him in the side view mirror, praying I have the strength to refrain from jumping out of this Barbie car and beat the shit out of a police officer.

All because he winked at Allie.

My girl.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Even though she has no fucking idea she belongs to me.

I sit in absolute silence, gripping the ticket, plotting my own demise.

Allie leans back in her seat, still grinning. "This trip is the best," she sighs happily.

I shove the car back into drive.

We are getting to Vegas, even if it kills me.

And right now?

That looks like a real fucking possibility.

6

ALLISON

Ishould be mad about missing the flight.

Frustrated that we have to drive to Vegas.

Irritated that I’m stuck in a tiny car for hours with Connor.

But I’m not.

Call it “Operation Distract Allie,” but messing with Connor has been the highlight of my life since my ex dumped me via a video call five weeks ago.

Harper and I have dissected my relationship with Mark countless times. She never missed a chance to remind me she wasn’t a fan. She hated that I was never a priority in his life, calling him my safety net.

She was right.

I dated Mark because he was a businessman. Despite his frequent travels, I thought he was steady.

Or, as Harper says, boring and safe.

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