Diego De Luna, Over My Dead Body
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Reeve's POV
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I gripped tighter at the steering wheel like there was no tomorrow for me. Then, I heard Diezel swear hard while holding onto the side of his seat. I chuckled and smiled at my most challenging dare.
"Shit, holy crap! We are going to crash." Diezel swore again, and I knew he was now looking at me like a reaper.
"Don't give me the reaper look, Dez. You are not our Xavion."
"Fuck! Shit and biscuits!" he swore in Diego's wit.