Twenty-Three

Jaykob

The black i8 pulls in behind the truck as I walk out to see if my sister is hurt. I go for my gun aiming it at the car as the suicide door lifts. When she smiles at me I lower it. Dagmar shuts it coming around and tossing the keys at me as she walks inside like she hadn't just pulled in with a hundred-and-fifty thousand dollar car.  

"What the fuck is this?" I ask. 

"The owner doesn't need it anymore. She let me have it," she calls back. Miles smacks my back.

"This is hers. She earned it," he says. Leelie takes Rocket out of the back of the truck. 

"Remember when we said she might not be as bad as you?" Leelie asks, throwi