Page 30 of Monster Mania
She stopped. “Oh, for God's sake. What now?”
“You're not driving that thing,” he said.
“My car is fine,” she insisted.
“Your tire's bald,” he insisted.
“We have bigger problems than my tire,” she said.
“Which is why I'm not adding a blowout to the list,” he said.
Ghost nodded solemnly. “He's got a point.”
“Stop agreeing with him,” Angel shouted.
“No,” Ghost breathed.
Jackhammer held out his hand. “Keys.”
Angel laughed, but Hammer didn’t. Her smile slowly disappeared. “You're serious.”
“Dead serious,” he said.
“No,” she breathed.
“Angel.” He stepped closer. “Give me the fucking keys.” She shoved a hand into her purse, and for half a second, he thought she'd actually give them to him. Instead, she pulled them out and stuffed them down the front of her shirt. Jackhammer stared at her, and Ghost made a strangled sound that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
Angel smiled triumphantly. “There.”
Jackhammer slowly raised his eyes to hers. “That was a mistake.”
Her smile faltered. “Why?”
“You really think that's gonna stop me?” he asked.
Ghost burst out laughing, and she turned to look at him, almost as though she was pleading for his help. “I'm staying out of this one.”
“Coward,” Jackhammer muttered.
“Nope, just smart,” Ghost insisted.
Angel backed up. “Don't you dare.”
Jackhammer advanced. “Hand them over,” he ordered.
“No,” she spat.
“Last chance,” he warned.
“Or what?” she asked. He smiled, and Angel's eyes widened. “Jackhammer.” He lunged at her, and she squealed and darted around the couch. Jackhammer went after her and for ten ridiculous seconds, there wasn't a death order, a missing ledger, or a murderous MC hunting her. There was just Angel laughing as she ran around the couch while Jackhammer tried to catch her.
Ghost leaned against the wall, laughing his ass off. “Help me,” Jackhammer ordered.
“Absolutely not,” Ghost said.
“Traitor,” Hammer growled. Angel made the mistake of looking at Ghost, and Jackhammer caught her around the waist.
She screamed. “Put me down!”
