Golden Cage Mommy Mutiny (Elyse) novel Chapter 73

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Vincent Crowe’s name made Silverpine City go quic, everyone who knew him feared him.

He wasn’t just powerful–his methods were brutally creative; once, someone glanced at him on the street and came away blind.

And now these idiots were trying to mess with his car on the highway–basically asking to be

erased.

A nearby big rig took notice and sped up, trying to open a gap so the car behind could move over.

The driver behind us caught on and swung to the right, angling to pass on the shoulder.

Tessa saw it and hollered at Derek, “Floor it–catch up to the rig and ride its flank. Don’t let that asshole through!”

Under the Tessa’s order, Derek slammed the gas and fell in step with the truck, sealing the other

driver in.

The trapped driver’s horn turned into a steady rage–honking.

Tessa started pounding the window in fury; she rolled it down and chucked a beer bottle straight at

the other car’s windshield.

There was a heavy crack from behind us–the bottle hit, but the other windshield didn’t shatter.

Tessa grinned like she’d won and gave the other driver the middle finger; her friends copied her.

They leaned out, jeering, “Blind bastard–how dare you honk at Tessa? You’ve got some nerve.”

“Today I’m gonna teach you some manners,” one of them cackled.

Watching them act out, I felt a mix of amusement and cold dread–funny how clueless people can be, and terrifying how fast that cluelessness invites danger.

I glanced back at the car they’d hit; the windshield was intact, which told me it was built like a tank.

The driver behind us kept blasting the horn and looking for any opening to get past.

But Derek kept matching the truck’s speed–if the rig sped up, Derek sped up; if it slowed, he slowed–he refused to yield.

When bottles didn’t faze them, Tessa came up with an even fouler idea.

She handed two water bottles to her friends and said, “Go on–pee in those and toss it on that bastard’s car, get it all over him.”

They burst into manic laughter.

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“Tessa’s a grilus what an ideal” one of them whoped as they unzipped and started filling the

bottles.

Once the bottles were filled, they leaned out the willows and sprayed the other car with everything they’d collected.

I felt my pulse spike, their stupidity was a live grenade and I had no intention of being caught in the

blast.

The other driver was furious–horn–blasting, inching, at times nearly steering into us in blind anger–though somehow he kept his wits.

Then the rig finally moved off the highway and the right lane opened; the trapped car surged to take

it

“Tuck over now–block him!” Tessa screamed at Derek.

Before the word left her mouth there was a thunderous impact.

My head snapped forward; my forehead slammed the dashboard.

When I looked up the car had been shoved hard into the guardrail.

The other vehicle had also slammed into the shoulder barrier; its front end was crushed and

twisted.

For a stunned beat we all just stared, then Tessa’s face went white with fury; she grabbed a baseball bat and hissed, “Let’s go teach that idiot a lesson.”