Chapter 137

Snow. Christmas trees. Stockings. Lights. Gingerbread men. And busted cars. Those were the things that reminded me that we were getting closer to Christmas. 

The busted yellow sportscar that was sitting in the storage area had a thin layer of dust on it. The windshield was damaged and the front had a dent in it, along with a broken headlight. 

Even though the car was damaged, it still looked impressively good. 

If it was not for that headlight that broke during the hit, the detective wouldn’t have been on our backs. But I guess justice always found a way, and we were just getting what we deserved. 

“What the actual f*ck?” Ashton exclaimed. He scoffed in disbelief and walked closer to the car, inspecting it in the process. 

“Holy cow, it was you two. You guys were the ones that hit that guy.” Zoe sounded shocked and also worried. “Oh my god, oh my god.” She started to panic. “Lara, you can’t go to prison again. You can’t.” Her voice bro