She had tried to warn Sauce some s**t like this could happen but the nigga had been like a man possessed, unable to see anything past his own wants and desires. He was starting to change into someone she couldn’t quite recognize; she guess she was, too, in some ways. He was becoming dangerous, but Mikayla couldn’t be sure if he was more of a danger to himself than to anyone else.
Mikayla whipped in and outta lanes, far enough from the crime scene to be safe but lost in her thoughts to the point her body functioned without any thought. She would have some choice words for Sauce at the very least, Mikayla fumed as rode the gas a little heavier. He had gambled with her life and could have gotten her killed, and for what? She didn’t even know what their purpose was anymore. So into her anger
