Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Exactly.” My best friend readjusts the controller in his possession. “Racing remote control stunt cars ourselves beats watching them do it on the screen.”
“Those aren’t remote control.” Small chuckles precede me swiftly flicking my thumb upward to send the 360 rotating capable toy bouncing off the side of a toolbox. “Those are real stunt cars, driven by real stunt drivers.” Accelerating the machine forward has it racing towards the open, overhead garage door. “I don’t know if F1 driving is meant for me, but stunt?” I bring the vehicle to an abrupt, skidding halt and have it theatrically spin in place. “Pretty sure I could be happy paying homage to Joie Chitwood.”
“Homage?” the man also resting his backside against the checkout playfully prods. “You pass your vocab test?” He tosses me a crooked grin. “That the real reason Rabbit ordered this shit for you? A reward for passing?”
There’s no time to retort courtesy of our woman strolling out of the office towards us, “No, your girlfriend-”
“I prefer Rabbit,” Nolan pokes.
“And I prefer you not trying to pass off bribes as donations to various communities.”
An indifferent shrug is all she’s given.
“Your books are the type of examples they used to try to scare us away from this industry.”
“Yet you stayed.”
“What can I say?” Bunny sassily shoots back at the same time she tucks her Mickey Mouse pen into her high messy bun. “I love things I can get on top of.”
“Always an option, Rabbit.” He stops moving his car forward to roughly grab his crotch. “Just say when.”
The giggling and rolling of her eyes are what lead to me adding, “You don’t even have to say when, baby. Just blink twice if you need us to mercy fuck you.”
“Or fuck you without mercy.”
A tiny whimper starts to slip free yet is caught by her chomping harshly down on her bottom lip.
Wouldn’t be the first time we had her today.
Doubt it’d be the last.
Come to think of it…we’ve been going at it pretty constantly since my birthday.
Everywhere.
Any when.
It’s having me get underneath the hoods that are coming in a little slower, but I won’t complain.
I much prefer being under hers.
His.
Both when they’re fooling around between tows or spreadsheets, and I stop to take a piss break that’s instantly followed by me joining.
In spite the dark cloud of exhaust that seems to be hanging over us, doing its best to choke us to death, there’s been some damn good moments of fresh air.
Like getting the shop back in full working order, equipped with a few new tools and tunes to get me through the day.
Another is the footage of those bounty hunters getting arrested and news of them being locked up.
Garcia shared the bodycam feed with us from the officers that participated in the sting operations revealing very similar situations, proving he really does think ahead. They were all put in comparable scenarios so that no matter who snitched or who blamed who, it would simply appear as though someone forgot a detail or misunderstood one versus someone knowingly betraying the group or purposely creating a raid. As Fast fresh as it would’ve been to have an elaborate scene and setup, the red and blues took a more realistic approach. They lured them to different diners – Bunny’s known MO – had plain clothes officers as patrons and used lookalikes as bait, eventually arresting them all for attempted unlawful abduction acts. The threat of felony charges had a successful way of getting them to confess everything and anything they could about McAdams, temporarily shutting him down.
Plus, aside from those wins, Bunny’s constantly been cooking meals that consist of more cheese than anything else.
Including tonight’s bacon macaroni and cheese that I’ve been thinking about nonstop since she mentioned it.
What can I say?
I’m a sucker for homemade mac.
Always have been.
It’s why when my old man was alive and Mom was out of town, he’d break out the blue box to try to cure my blues.
Never worked.
“I bought Kipp these cars as an ‘I love you’ and ‘I hope this takes your mind off the graveyard situation for a little bit’ present.” Her hands casually slide into her back jean pockets. “It’s been such a hellish stretch that…I don’t know.” An innocent shrug bounces her shoulders. “I just…figured…you could use something else besides me sitting on your face as a distraction.”
I momentarily stop driving and swing my stare to her.
“I mean Mutt’s been working on the house renovation plans-”
“I’m really fucking tempted to just build us an entire new place from scratch. We have the property for it.”
“And I’ve been looking over Clothes Valley’s accounting records for Posie to see if I can help sort out of some their finances since she wants to become an upscale boutique while her mother wants to stay more thrift shoppy-”