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“A street thug and a paid killer are professionals, beasts of prey…who have dissociated thes in the same way that trout fishermen see trout”

~ Willard Gaylin

ETHAN

“Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to get in?” she nearly yelled as she pulled up in front of the house into a halt in front of the steps where I stood still echoing in my ear

Of all the cars in our garage…she chose this one? I said nothing and got in on the passenger’s side and leaned back in the seat

“Seatbelt please,” she said politely, and I just stared, so she stared back, notuntil I did what she had asked She was insufferable sometimes

However, I wore the damn seatbelt, and not even a second later, she stomped on the accelerator like a NASCAR driver She sped out of the driveway so quickly that I felt the pressure through ates would have tih Part of me worried that there may be some paint chipped off the sides

“You are aware this is a three-million-dollar car, correct?” I asked her as she overtook the car in front of her and sped down the back streets

She was already pushing eighty ht it lanced over at me with a smile

“Any other black car wouldn’t fit your outfit?”

“But none of the her foot down even farther, taking us to ninety “Don’t worry, I’ll return your precious car back to you in one piece,” she said as she passed another car, barely beating a red light before turning sharply onto the interstate

I shook , especially with her being so polite all of a sudden Bad things happened when Calliope was nice Ither energy…for what? I still did not know

“Do you want to tell me this plan of yours anytime soon?”

“Step one, get Ethan and take him out on a date,” she replied

I looked at her, and she was luckily watching the road “A date?”