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Pain.
Regret.
Anger.
Pain.
My car shoots forward as I short shift into gears. The buildings cave around me, but driving is a natural skill for me, so I drop down into second and tear up the brakes, drifting around the first corner I see. The map on my dash displays a perfect loop that continues through a few town streets, before rounding to the back of the park. I have no idea what kind of state the park itself is in, but I’m thinking we dodge and dip, before swerving around people and their cars, and skidding back to the starting line.
I correct the drift before flooring it forward again. The Honda wouldn’t have a chance, even with a DOHC VTEC, but I can hear that whatever is under the hood, isn’t that. Sounds more like an SR engine or 2JZ.
My jaw tenses as I slide around the final bend before we hit a straight. The speedometer strokes two hundred, and my eyes fly between the dash and to my left. Where the fuck is the back entrance? There has to be one here.
My engine cackles when the rear tires lock and I slide through the chain that hangs across the back entrance.
I zip past withered old rides, a haunted fun house, and a carousel with headless horses and unicorns. Hooking the steering to dodge an old food truck, I reach into the side of my door, turning the steering until I’ve swung front on with his car.
I slide the mag release over my thigh before hitting my window down.
His eyes widen and his smirk falls when he realizes he misread me. I’m a product of the Elite Kings, and we don’t cower to our fear, we shoot it between the eyes and call it a win.
I lift my hand out the window with my index finger on the trigger, before emptying the clip into his skull. Blood explodes from his forehead as his car skids sideways before flipping four times and landing at the base of the Ferris wheel.
I slam on the brakes, my heart galloping in my chest. I’ve never taken a life before. Not ever. I’ve seen dead bodies and people die, but never at my own hands.I fucked up.In the haze of my rage, I was blinded by the hunger for vengeance.It was his son.I just dipped the igniter to a war in gasoline. One that will not only leave a trail of death in its path, but unearth old skeletons that had been buried for years.
Skeletons I buried.
I reach for my phone on the passenger seat, swiping my tears angrily from my cheek and dialing thefor the girlsgroup chat. One of them will answer.
“Crash?” Stella’s face pops up first with a curled smirk.
I shake my head, my face paling.
She stiffens and her smile falls. “We’ll be there in a second.”
“Don’t bring Evie…”
Stella pauses a moment. “Shit.”
I have to protect Evie from as much as I can. For her own safety. For her little brother. For her parents who are about as close to a second family outside of our lives as I’ll get. I’d never want any of this to touch them, and neither would Dad.
No.
Me and the girls need to clean this up, bury him where he needs to be, and then call it a night.
I end the call and send her the map, telling her to follow the track I did so people don’t get suspicious.
Silence claws at the memories I’d locked away.
I squeeze my eyes closed and start counting in my head when headlights beam through my lids. They roll to a stop beside me.
River’s eyes bounce between me and the wreck. “You really just can’t let anyone else win, huh?” she jokes, sighing and turning off the car.
I watch as Stella makes her way to the mess, and once enough time has passed, I slide off my belt and open my door.
“I see…” Stella teases, casting a quick glance over her shoulder before leaning down to get a better look inside.
“This is bad.” Panic grips me around the throat, forcing me still. “I shouldn’t have reacted like this, it’s just—"
