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interesting. I’m scared as hell and I fear for your safety, okay?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “I promise I will keep close to you all night.”
I t was almost four in the morning and the adrenaline still rushed through my veins like some kind of hypnotic drug. I had never had so much fun in my life and I had to keep pinching myself to remind me this had been a dangerous endeavor.
Dylan was ultra paranoid and insisted we take his black, 2012 Chevy Camaro Coupe because he always took it on drug runs. Brandon showed up with Fiona in his silver, 2012 Ford Mustang GT. Apparently, the cars had been packed earlier as they both had false bottoms where the spare tires were supposed to be stored. Since both vehicles had been suped up, the spares wouldn’t have fit if either car had a blow out anyway.
Another one of our cousins was a car nut, and had done the work himself though he’d been paid handsomely with a brand new vehicle of his choice by both Finn and Brandon. I soon found out the Escalade belonged to Finn, and thought it was too conspicuous for a drug run to New York (though two muscle cars weren’t).
Brandon and Fiona rode together while Finn and Dylan rode with me riding in the backseat. Though the car belonged to Dylan, Finn drove due to Dylan’s inability to have managed to stay sober that day.
We left shortly after five-thirty since it was almost a four hour trip to Manhattan and Dylan had not only had more than his fair share of Guinness but had also decided to do an Oxyball with Lita for good measure.
That woman was poison and the sooner I managed to get my cousin away from her, the better I would feel. I knew the type and I also knew she thought she had Dylan trapped but I was Queen Bee when it came to getting rid of bothersome bitches like her. I’d initiate Fiona and Chloe’s help if I had to. Though we didn’t have the best relationship, we could both see that Carmelita was nothing but a druggie whore looking for a free ride on my cousin’s dime. It was obvious from her attitude that morning at breakfast she didn’t like the woman so that was definitely a plus.
We arrived in Manhattan before I knew it but that might have something to do with the great conversation the three of us were having. I felt like one of the guys again, and that’s what I’d missed going to university. I’d missed it in L.A. too. There was a genuine closeness I had with Dylan and Finn that couldn’t be duplicated, not even with my best friend.
True, I was gorgeous—I could have been modest and said I looked all right but that would have been a lie, and it’s hard to have low self-esteem when people always go on and on about what a stunner you are—but that didn’t stop them from treating me like their equal. I wasn’t just “some hot chick in a skirt,” I was Evie and they knew I could handle my own.
I learned how to shoot a gun when I was fifteen by Dylan and Finn. I started out with a snub-nosed .22 and worked my way up. I was now an ace shot with a nine-millimeter but I couldn’t get away with a gun that large, not in my tight jeans and white peasant blouse. I had to settle on a Ruger LCP .380 which was extremely compact without an extra clip. It would do its job, which is all that counted and since I was an excellent shot, I wasn’t all that concerned.
“Hey, boys,” I interrupted as Dylan and Finn discussed different weapons—they both carried nine millimeters, the bastards, “this gun hasn’t been used in a crime, has it?”
Dylan turned toward me with cool blue-gray eyes. “Now why would I do something stupid like that, and give you a gun with a history? It’s brand new. Finn and I were going to give it to you for your birthday but we decided to surprise you with it early since you insisted on going on this run with us.”
Manhattan twinkled ahead like a diamond and I smiled. “Well, thanks. I like it.” My smile faltered somewhat. “Hey, if
I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “I promise I will keep close to you all night.”
I t was almost four in the morning and the adrenaline still rushed through my veins like some kind of hypnotic drug. I had never had so much fun in my life and I had to keep pinching myself to remind me this had been a dangerous endeavor.
Dylan was ultra paranoid and insisted we take his black, 2012 Chevy Camaro Coupe because he always took it on drug runs. Brandon showed up with Fiona in his silver, 2012 Ford Mustang GT. Apparently, the cars had been packed earlier as they both had false bottoms where the spare tires were supposed to be stored. Since both vehicles had been suped up, the spares wouldn’t have fit if either car had a blow out anyway.
Another one of our cousins was a car nut, and had done the work himself though he’d been paid handsomely with a brand new vehicle of his choice by both Finn and Brandon. I soon found out the Escalade belonged to Finn, and thought it was too conspicuous for a drug run to New York (though two muscle cars weren’t).
Brandon and Fiona rode together while Finn and Dylan rode with me riding in the backseat. Though the car belonged to Dylan, Finn drove due to Dylan’s inability to have managed to stay sober that day.
We left shortly after five-thirty since it was almost a four hour trip to Manhattan and Dylan had not only had more than his fair share of Guinness but had also decided to do an Oxyball with Lita for good measure.
That woman was poison and the sooner I managed to get my cousin away from her, the better I would feel. I knew the type and I also knew she thought she had Dylan trapped but I was Queen Bee when it came to getting rid of bothersome bitches like her. I’d initiate Fiona and Chloe’s help if I had to. Though we didn’t have the best relationship, we could both see that Carmelita was nothing but a druggie whore looking for a free ride on my cousin’s dime. It was obvious from her attitude that morning at breakfast she didn’t like the woman so that was definitely a plus.
We arrived in Manhattan before I knew it but that might have something to do with the great conversation the three of us were having. I felt like one of the guys again, and that’s what I’d missed going to university. I’d missed it in L.A. too. There was a genuine closeness I had with Dylan and Finn that couldn’t be duplicated, not even with my best friend.
True, I was gorgeous—I could have been modest and said I looked all right but that would have been a lie, and it’s hard to have low self-esteem when people always go on and on about what a stunner you are—but that didn’t stop them from treating me like their equal. I wasn’t just “some hot chick in a skirt,” I was Evie and they knew I could handle my own.
I learned how to shoot a gun when I was fifteen by Dylan and Finn. I started out with a snub-nosed .22 and worked my way up. I was now an ace shot with a nine-millimeter but I couldn’t get away with a gun that large, not in my tight jeans and white peasant blouse. I had to settle on a Ruger LCP .380 which was extremely compact without an extra clip. It would do its job, which is all that counted and since I was an excellent shot, I wasn’t all that concerned.
“Hey, boys,” I interrupted as Dylan and Finn discussed different weapons—they both carried nine millimeters, the bastards, “this gun hasn’t been used in a crime, has it?”
Dylan turned toward me with cool blue-gray eyes. “Now why would I do something stupid like that, and give you a gun with a history? It’s brand new. Finn and I were going to give it to you for your birthday but we decided to surprise you with it early since you insisted on going on this run with us.”
Manhattan twinkled ahead like a diamond and I smiled. “Well, thanks. I like it.” My smile faltered somewhat. “Hey, if
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