Fma Brotherhood Mustang Vs Envy 소설 & 이야기

The streets filled with the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber, into the alley. Three cars, a silver Nissan, a white Toyota and one I wasn't expecting, a red mustang. The red mustang was my brothers and that didn't make sense to me. I stopped just short enough not to hit the Nissan, and two men came out. Camino, and Dee. The two out of three triplets that worked for my father, the only difference between the three is that Camino has a deep scar straight across his chubby face.

My jaw hits the stone floorboards the very second my eyes see handfuls of vintage muscle machines parked in every single color—some with bright tracking stripes, and others completely solid. I step out on my bare feet, running my palm across the slick hood of a black Chevelle SS machine. "A 454 core?" He gives a firm nod. "My wolf is impressed." I walk around to the back of the heavy metal bumper, and all the pack emblems are completely shiny, without a single smudge of dust on them. "Four hundred fifty horsepower. Why didn't your twin brother choose to steal this beast tonight?" He lets out a low chuckle. "Ryker chose correctly for your drive."

"You drive like you fight, and we’re going to have a very long night when this is over." "If I wanted a cheerleader, I'd hire a professional," Madison muttered. She slid into the cockpit. The seat molded to her spine, a tight, claustrophobic embrace. She flicked the ignition toggle. The engine behind her head didn't just roar; it barked, a guttural, predatory sound that vibrated through her teeth. Austin’s tuned Mustang pulled up beside her. He revved the engine, the sound tinny and desperate compared to the Lykan. He glared through the tinted glass, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Behind him, the starting girl raised a checkered flag.