ANGELICA’S POV
"You have good skills," Dylan groaned when I turned the car, and his head nearly hit the window.
"Why am I the only one suffering the most?" Dylan snarled, and I looked at Matt, who was still shuffling around the candy box.
Do any of you know how to shoot or throw a dagger with good aim? I wanted to ask my bosses, but Ericson, who was sitting right behind me, leaned forward, the blood from his shoulder becoming more evident, and I gulped as my gaze traveled down.
F*ck! This wasn't the time to drool over your boss. This was the time to save our lives.
"I don't know why, but this route is atrociously longer today," Matt scoffed, and I hummed.
I was about to take the candy box from his hand and take out my dagger collection from underneath it, but when I finally saw the b
