Page 60 of Hunted, Season Three

Sure.

It ran in my blood.

But a minivan dad?

Nope.

Like a car covered in astroturf…I did not see that shit coming.

But if I’m gonna do this shit…I’m gonna do this shitright.

And having lights that sync to the music playing in Big Bessie is doing this shit right.

While our son’s in his baby model, it’ll help keep him relaxed and entertained and brain developing during longer trips to the nearby cities and then when he’s in his teen model, it’ll give a badass, underground race vibe that lets all his friends know we’re the FF dads.

Okay.

I’llbe theFast & Furiousdad.

Young and innovative and willing to do the risky shit.

Nolan will most likely still be the Bandit Trans Ams.

Classic and aggressive and set in his design.

All of a sudden, an unsuspecting shiver runs up spine prompting me to sharply look to the left for the cause of the surprise sensation.

Seeing no one in the area nor near it has me uncomfortably shifting my weight between my feet.

I don’t know what or who I was expecting to see.

McShitstick is dead.

Like…dead, dead.

And he doesn’t have siblings.

Or lackeys anymore.

Could be one of his parents but…they don’t know whatwelook like.

At least…I don’t think they do.

Ihopethey don’t.

Shaking away the unwanted feeling precedes me folding my arms across my black, clean t-shirt and leaning slightly back to continue my contemplation over the prices.

Boat and Butler both said this place would have the best toys for custom car enthusiasts – I mean it’s like a candy shop for revheads – but they failed to mention they might not have the bestprices.

Not saying I can’t afford them.

Just not sure they’re worth the ones I’m clocking.

My eyes begin to float lower towards the bottom row where the exterior lights are located, instantly hit by a jolt of excitement.

Should we get under glow too?!

That’ll really give Big Bessie the O’Connor vibe.

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