Road Trip for Three

"Come on, Malia!" Roger exclaimed. He even pointed a finger at me with those vicious and deadly eyes. "That bastard humiliated me in front of my friends because of that fucking car."

Right. I almost forgot about that incident back I'm the parking lot. But I have no regrets if he got humiliated back there. He deserved more than just getting humiliated after almost ruining my life again.

"Prank, my ass," I uttered to myself before I removed Malia's arms away from me. "Which part of the conversation last night did I embarrass you, huh, Roger? For not covering your ass about the car? Did you tell gramps that you sell me to the cops?"

Malia and Don Lucas curve their brows in unison. Perhaps my instinct about Roger was right. He did not tell their old man the entire story. He only told him the part where the blame could benefit from it.

"If I was arrested by the cops and found out about my relationship with Malia, what do you think might happen to gramps' reputation, huh?"

If he knows