A Bumpy Ride

[Ian]

In the car, I drove while Keaton sat in the back with Gino. It was better him than me. I would have killed the asshole the first time he whimpered. Which he did a lot. Every time we hit a bump.

And I made damned sure I hit every single one of them.

I drove carefully when we got onto paved roads. I didn’t want human law enforcement to get involved. Keaton’s menacing presence and the seeping stomach wound kept Gino from acting up. He didn’t want to risk his life. Either he was stupid enough to think he was living through this, or he was planning something.

Keaton was as intelligent as I was. If not more. He had likely realized it. Or maybe he was too angry to know it. I was fine watching his back.

It was about an hour to get to Gino’s house. On the way out, Keaton had gone the long w……