Page 555 of Hell Hath No Fury
My skin was tingly and hot, itching for a release.
The car sputtered up the hill and into Barrington—the ridiculously rich subdivision the town over and the place where every one of these guys’ enemies lived. “Illegal shit” in Barrington. We were definitely going to jail.
The farther into the brightly lit subdivision we traveled, the bigger the houses became. The lights from the golf course whizzed past before Bellamy turned onto a cul-de-sac. The one Drew lived on. Expensive cars lined the streets, and I knew exactly why. Jackson Bennett, Drew’s neighbor.
Last year before Bellamy and Drew had gotten together, he had thought she was dating Jackson Bennett. So, like the rational human being he was, Bellamy kidnapped Jackson’s drunk ass from his own pool party and dumped him on Drew’s porch. In watermelon bikini bottoms. It was kind of genius, but neither Drew nor Jackson found it funny at the time.
Bellamy parked at the end of the street, then threw open his car door, as did Hendrix. “Wolf, stay here and be the lookout,” he said.
Hendrix got out and then banged a fist on the back window. “Hell no. Get out of the car, Stumpy. I’m not going to jail because you’re out here faceplanting Nora Bora’s pussy.”
“Oh my God.” I frowned through the window at him. “He will not be face planting anything. Thank you.”
Wolf glanced over his shoulder on his way out, giving me a look that said that was exactly what he planned to do later. “If you see any cars drive down the street, tap the horn.”
Tap the horn? Like I was part of their little criminal gang. “What the hell, Wolf? Are you serious? What part of not wanting to be an accessory did I not make clear.”
“Maybe you should know better than to ask criminals to pick you up on a Friday night.” Laughing to himself, he got out, slammed the door, and left me there. In the dark car. Alone.
I rolled down the window. “Wolf!”
But he was gone, swallowed up by the darkness. I debated getting out of the car, going to Drew’s again, and leaving them to do their thing. But then they’d have no lookout, and they really would get caught. Dammit.
Why the hell did I even care? They were all assholes, and still, I planted my ass in the driver’s seat and waited.
I fully expected Hendrix and Bellamy to creep across the lawn to Bennett’s house, but they didn’t. Start a fight, maybe. Instead, they moved between the parked cars like shadows while Wolf stood in the drive, watching Jackson’s house.
I glanced in the rear-view as Hendrix climbed into a convertible with its top down. I mean, were these Barrington people stupid?
He and Bellay swept most of the cars parked on the dark street—by the looks of things, half of them with unlocked doors. Must be nice to be rich and live in a “safe” neighborhood.
“Hey!” some guy shouted from the side of Jackson’s house. “What the hell are you doing?”
Wolf whistled, then shouted, “Time to roll out, motherfuckers.”
Footsteps pounded the pavement as Hendrix and Bellamy booked it down the street toward the car. The guy in Jackson’s yard took off as well. My heart pounded as I turned the key inthe ignition, then threw myself into the back seat. No way in hell was I driving the getaway car. I’d just buckled myself in when the passenger door swung open, and Hendrix launched himself inside. He tossed a few laptops and iPads to the floorboard as before Bellamy got in, chucking his haul to the back. He shifted gears just as Wolf slung himself into the seat beside me.
“Drive, you cock-sucking slowpoke,” Hendrix shouted, pounding his fist over the dashboard. “Drive!”
The engine screamed when Bell took off, no doubt leaving tire marks on Barrington’s pristine roads. By the time we reached the end of Jackson’s street, we must have been doing at least sixty.
The stash of electronics rattled on the floorboard when he took a hard turn. God, if we got pulled over right now… We careened through a four-way, then headlights caught in the rear-view.
My pulse ticked up. I waited for the flash of red and blue lights, the wail of the sirens. I anticipated the cold metal handcuffs snapping onto my wrists—and all because I texted the guy I wanted to fuck when my crappy car broke down. My mom was going to kill me. Like, literally dead.
“Well…” Wolf huffed, dragging my attention from the stolen goods in the floorboard to him. Street lights flickered through the window, catching on his smirk. “No better time to get high.” He plucked a joint from behind his ear.
“Seriously?” Right then, I questioned why in the hell I was attracted to guys like this. A criminal stoner who lit up while the cops were behind us.
He grinned before lighting it and taking a puff. “Seriously.” Pungent smoke filled the cabin just before the car swerved to the left, practically throwing me into Wolf’s lap.
Hendrix lowered the window, hanging half his body out of it like a dog on a joyride. “It’s a Maserati, dicksneeze. You’d have better luck outrunning the cops than that.”
Bellamy grabbed the back of Hendrix’s shirt and yanked him back inside the car. “What the hell do you suggest I do, asshole? I’m going as fast as this piece of shit will go.”
“I have to do everything for you two weaklings…” Hendrix snatched the wheel.
The car swerved, catapulting over the curb, catching air like we were inThe Dukes of Hazard.I screamed when we went crashing through the woods and down an embankment.
