Chapter 12- Hands Off The Wheel
Logan +++++++++++
I kept my hands folded nice and calm in my lap like I didn't have a single care in the world.
The car kept rolling forward on its own, drifting lazy toward the oncoming lane while horns blared from every direction.
Maybe if we smashed into something, this idiot would finally learn not to bark stupid orders at me.
I pressed the gas pedal a little harder with my foot — just enough to make the engine growl louder.
"Are you out of your damn mind?!" the amateur screamed from the back seat, voice cracking like a scared kid.
"Are you a fucking psychopath?! Why the hell did you take your hands off the steering?! Do you want to get us both killed?!"
My hands stayed right where they were.
The car kept drifting.
"What… what the fuck…" he stuttered, gun shaking against my skull.
I smirked at the road ahead.
