I nearly died.
What a thrill.
And fuck me … what a woman.
I take a deep breath and blink a couple of times, then burst out into manic laughter from the fact that I actually survived.
For now.
Sunny
I chuckone of my knives at the car, but of course it’s no use, as it drives faster than I can fucking throw. When it’s out of sight, I pull off my mask.
Dammit.I nearly had him.
I run to my motorcycle, put on my helmet, and hop on, kicking it into gear so I can race after the car.
Whoever it was saw too much. I’m sure of it.
I have to take him down before they tells anyone.
I race down the only road the car could’ve gone down, speeding in the hopes that I can still catch that bastard. It was a Dodge Challenger, a black edition. Not too many of those on the streets, so it’s gotta be recognizable. I’ll spot it in no time.
I dart through the streets, looking for the black vehicle until I finally spot it going up the mountain toward Spine Ridge University. I tail it and pull out my phone when I’m at a traffic light to snap a pic of its license plate.
Traffic is completely jammed. I don’t want to risk my fucking life trying to run a red light, but damn, that asshole is getting away. When the light turns green, I chase up the mountain to get to the gates, but the car is nowhere to be seen. I drive along the parking lot, checking each one of them, but still, nothing.
Where could he be?
I drive along the road carefully, pausing at every building with its own private parking lot, but I can’t find it anywhere.
Did he park somewhere out of sight?
I pass some of the Greek houses and stop when I spot the black car in the driveway of the Beta Pi Sorority. I pull out my phone and hold up the image of the license plate I took right in front of it, and a smirk slowly spreads on my face.
Gotcha.
I saunter up to the door, flipping my black-and-green hair back before I ring the doorbell. A cheerful girl opens up and stares at me.
“Hi, can I help you?”
“Yeah, whose car is that in your driveway?”
She pokes her head out the door and tilts it sideways, narrowing her eyes. “Huh … That’s not from one of our girls.”
I just smile at her.
“I think Aspen’s brother just came in. It might be his,” she says.
Aspen’s brother Xavier? The one with the wild brown hair, the cute dimples and button nose, and a sleeper-build physique?
Well, isn’t that fucking interesting.
“Do you want me to go ask her?”
“No, it’s fine, I think I know enough.” I turn around and walk off.
“Wait, that’s it?” she calls after me.
