#Chapter455

Look who we found

Parker

I paced as pops told me to relax. Relax? How the hell do I relax when I had this insane urge to drive over to that tool’s house and beat the living hell out of him again? Patton said Pax already took care of him, but I didn’t care. It was complete bullshit.

As I paced, mumbling to myself as my family watched me, the front door opened. I stopped as we watched grandpa carry in someone wearing a dress, who also had her wrists and ankles bound.

“It seems like old times,” Nana announced.

Nixon added, “Yeah, but she doesn’t kick like a...