Chapter 37
BRETT
My fingers hover over the throttle and I push my wheels to their f*****g max.
The cloudy skies part, the rain breaking for once, and I cut a path across the city, the five of us in tow, tearing down Seventy-Fourth street as if we own it.
The bustle of Manhattan plays the background music to our hurried frenzy and as the Thursday traffic starts to thicken, the boulevards blocked with the anxious audience filing into see American Superstar’s first round of finals audition, the tension inside the car begins to build with each mile that brings us closer to the packed auditorium. Heath sighs from the middle seat in the back.
“When I imagined being sandwiched between two beautiful women… this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” He glances at Kayla and Violet at his sides.
