Violet
“You know we're not liking that piece-of-s**t truck sitting outside,” Steed spoke up.
I frowned.
“There is nothing wrong with my truck.”
Steed gave me a look.
“Violet—”
“It's beaten to hell on the outside, yes. But the engine is in great condition.”
I wasn't letting them insult that truck.
It might've looked like it belonged in a junkyard, but it had helped me move from place to place for months.
It had helped keep Thane and me hidden.
That truck had never failed me.
“Why'd your ass get rid of your other truck?” Ethan asked.
The room went quiet.
I looked at him.
“I needed to sell it to survive.”
That wiped the amusement from everyone's faces.
Especially the men.
They knew.
Doom couldn't have gotten access to everything without help.
He was powerful, but even Doom
