Chapter 245
Couldn't his car rest for at least one damn moment without it getting targeted by some damn bastard? Was his car really cursed to always end up damaged, no matter how carefully he tried to keep it safe? First it had been totaled by those black Mambas or whatever, then Celine totaled it, and now this, a full-blown graffiti assault in broad daylight, right in the middle of a crowded college parking lot of all places.
Couldn't someone with a bit of sense in this place have stopped them or at least called security, or even the cops for Christ sake?!
Alex's jaw tightened as he stared at the four delinquents responsible for his precious car misfortune, and his earlier mood that had been very good evaporated immediately, and became replaced by a simmering, barely contained fury.
