MANDY
My hands were finally free from the restraints. I flexed my wrist. I couldn't wait for the tingling taste of revenge to dwell on my lips.
I waited for the right moment to strike, and when it came, I didn't hesitate – I swung them like a bowling ball.
I swung my free fist at Noah's glued-to-the-road face. He lost his grip on the wheel. Marcello was right beside me, but he was best considered as helpless. I had hit him in the groin, and he was suffering from the excruciating pain.
He let out a surprised yelp, and the car swerved dangerously. Noah caught a taste of my fist
"You fools brought this on yourselves," I hissed. My fingers found the door, seizing the opportunity as Noah's grip on the wheel faltered.
The car veered, and I wasted no time. I pressed the handle in quickly a
