Page 24 of Menace in Vegas

Then aboom!

The entire car shudders and dies.

I slam my hands on the wheel."FUCK."

The pink convertible rolls to a slow, pathetic stop on the side of the highway.

I drop my head back against the seat.

This isn’t happening. It has to be a fucking nightmare.

Allie gasps way too dramatically. “Oh nooo,” she sings. “Petal. She’s hurt!”

I close my eyes.

Breathe.

Do not strangle her. Don’t commit a felony.

Don’t set this car on fire.

I open my eyes, turn my head, and glare at her.

She’s grinning.

I hate this fucking trip.

* * *

I pushthe door open and get out. "Fucking hell," I mutter, running my hands through my hair.

Allie follows, skipping over like this is the most exciting thing to ever happen to her.

She leans against the car, smirking. “Wow. If only someone let me drive.”

I snap, kicking the fucking pink car. Hard.

“As if that would’ve made a difference,” I grit out between clenched teeth. My fucking foot throbs, though I refuse to show it.

“I’m sure it would have. I respect her.” Allie strokes the pink car affectionately.

Even though it makes my dick hard, I’m still enraged. "Piece ofshit," I bark, kicking it again.

Allie gasps, fake-offended. "Connor Byrns! You willnotabuse this precious vehicle."

I whirl on her. "Precious?" I point at the demon car. "This thing is a fucking disgrace."

She gasps again, clutching her chest. "Petal has feelings, you monster."

I groan, dragging my hands down my face. "Shut up," I mutter.

She tilts her head. "Make me."

I freeze.

She smirks.

I inhale sharply, stepping toward her.

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