Chapter 21

Zea's POV

We arrived at a beaten-up truck that had a reddish-brown color that reminded me of a lot of rust. In some places, the paint was peeling off and bare metal flashed underneath. The license plate also seemed to be hanging on by the last nail and one of the demolished exterior mirrors was completely smashed.

Shanice and Rider sat in the front while I made myself comfortable in the back. This, however, proved to be quite a challenge as springs and wool-like material were peeking out of the leather-covered seats everywhere.

“There is no seatbelt in the back. "So hold on tight, I'm not going to stop at every red light," Rider instructed me seriously and I stared at his back in disbelief. "Don't stop at every red light. With a junk car like that. This is just one Suicidal maneuver!

The rider started the car. As soon as I tried to ignite it for the first time, the engine roared so loudly that I shrank in my seat. The car should be marked exp