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Josh evens out his pace as we drive up into the hills. I stay tight to his tail, acting as a blocker. One eye permanently glued to the rear view mirror.
We wind our way up the tight roads. The Ferrari corners like it's on rails. I still think the kid's gonna get himself killed one of these days, driving high as a kite like that. But for now, Carlos and his crew are the bigger danger. I'm convinced it's them, the beam of the Range Rover’s headlights no more than a hairpin bend away.
We roll in through Josh's mansion gates. The garage is open across from the house. We pull around the fountain in a circle and ease into the garage alongside each other.
I'm straight out of the SUV, opening the passenger door of the Ferrari and pulling the girls out. They piss and moan about being manhand
