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“Only if I went to sleep last night, and we both know I had too many toys to sleep.”
I’m going to kill him by the end of the trip.
“Get the fuck in the back.” The last thing I need is getting pulled over and slapped with a misdemeanor for open alcohol, especially after spending last night locked up.
“Grumpy,” he mutters, rising. “Do us all a favor this week, Hart. Get laid.”
I catch up with the girls and pay better attention to Jade’s unhinged driving. I don’t need another lecture from Levi.
Bronx pulls his hat down over his eyes for a sleep. “Don’t lose them now that you have them.”
I’m not going to fucking lose them. He can just fuck right off. But damned if her next turn is in the opposite direction of where we need to go.
18: THOSE FUCKIN’ ASSHOLES DID WHAT?
HART
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WE TRAVEL A good hour, making wrong turns and getting ourselves deeper into side roads. The guys settle in, and I start to unwind, finally catching my breath.
Then she slams the brakes—too damn quick. Quicker than the two times before.
I jerk the wheel and hit the brakes hard. The tires screech, and my brother’s howl collective objection from the back.
“Can you slow the fuck down?!” Levi is on his feet again, sliding and jumping. “If you kill me before I see my baby come into this world, so help me, I’ll haunt you to your death.”
There’s no room for additional haunting. I’m haunted every day by my past mistakes.
She makes a good right turn into a run-down gas station. The sun beats down on hard-packed ground. This place looks like it hasn’t seen a lick of care in years.
I don’t follow suit. My anger gets the best of me. I jerk the wheel, cutting it too close, sending the bus into a minor fishtail.
I hear Levi slam against a wall.
Secretly, I enjoy it.
“Dammit!” he shouts.
I throw the bus into park with a growl, the engine still purring angrily beneath me.
I’m done following Jade like some obedient dog.
Levi is on all fours when I cross the floor toward the door. He grabs my ankle and yanks my foot sideways. I fall face-first, my palms slamming against the floor.
“Fuck, Levi!” I grunt, looking to see my brother’s hands wrapped around my leg. “What the hell?”
I use my other leg to kick free, but he’s hanging on.
“You lost your damn mind?” he demands.
“Have you?” I quip back.
“My wife and unborn child are on that RV.” Levi’s face twists in a mix of anger and panic.
“Levi, I’m not driving that RV, you idiot.”
“No, but I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, asshole.” He climbs up my leg, dragging me back toward him.
