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Chapter 28: Waking up in a cell

Author: Meme-Girl
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-07 07:41:26
Patricia's POV:

As I drove on the highway, I pressed harder on the accelerator and blasted the music to the highest volume for maximum satisfaction.

Ignoring every speed warning sign, I raced further, letting the engine roar beneath me.

As the excellent, skilled driver I believed myself to be, I smoothly overtook cars and avoided getting too close to anyone. Everything felt easy too easy. The night air was crisp, the road wide, and I was invincible.

-Fifteen minutes later-

"If all of the kings had their queens on the throne, we'll pop champagne an-" My singing died mid-note as I glanced at the side mirror and spotted two police cars trailing me closely.

Fantastic!

Smiling mischievously, I turned the volume even louder and pressed a button instantly the roof of my Huracán EVO Spyder folded back smoothly, opening up the night sky above me and letting the wind rush in.

Looking behind, I let go of the wheel for a second and waved at the officers like I was greeting old friends.

Their siren
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