I shove the driver’s side door open and climb out, pausing to examine the damage to my car. There’s a bit of curb rash on the rims, and some scratches on the finish, but nothing that I can’t buff out. That motherfucker. Every cell inside of me screams that I should go hunt Kellin Bohnes down and kill him. At the same time, those same cells are begging me to find Scarlett Force, bend her over, take her from behind.
