said.
I glared at him. “Don’t talk to me. You did this to us.”
His expression didn’t change. “I know. And I’m sorry this is happening.”
“Great, Camden is sorry yet again. How many times do you get to royally fuck our lives up before you just go away for good?”
“Damn,” Trip muttered.
Camden was silent for a minute. “I’m going to fix this,” he said finally.
“Yeah? Are you going to somehow go back in time so Lynn doesn’t have to be totally traumatized? Are you going to make this cartel magically go away?”
“I’m going to fix it,” he repeated, and the car fell into silence.
As we got onto the highway, heading west, driving fast away from town, I realized that all of my plans had changed irrevocably. It seemed almost trite and silly to realize that my summer plans were all out the window, but I had been banking on a certain kind of life.
Now, suddenly and without warning, Camden was back and we were on the run from Mexican gangsters. No matter what happened, nothing was ever going to be the same for us again. My life was changed forever.
All because of him. That bastard, that self-absorbed, cocky asshole. No matter how he made me feel when he was around, he ruined everything. He was an unstoppable hurricane, even years ago. He did whatever he wanted and didn’t care about the consequences.
Suddenly, my whole life was a consequence of his stupid mistakes. We were all getting dragged down.
And yet, for as angry and shocked as I was, part of me believed we’d make it out alive.
If there was anyone in the world that could fix our fucked-up situation, it was him. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew it was him.
Chapter Six: Camden
I hated that look on her face.
It was pure loathing and scorn. I knew I deserved it, knew I was bringing more pain and horror into my family’s lives than they deserved, but it still hurt. Of everyone in the world, I cared about what Lacey thought of me, and clearly she thought I was a piece of shit at the moment.
Who could blame her, though? My poor mother was busy going through full-on post-traumatic stress in the backseat as we sped out of town. And as far as Lacey was concerned, I was a murderer.
I felt slightly better once we were on the highway. I knew that Castillo’s men wouldn’t try to run us off the road, and we’d be relatively safe if we stayed off the grid and were careful. Still, they knew where we were, and it was very possible that they could catch up to us at any moment.
“Cam,” Trip said softly. “I think we should talk about this plan.”
I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter?”
He shook his head, glancing into the backseat. It was clear that he meant, not in front of them.
“Anyone need a break?” I asked the car.
“I’m starving myself,” Trip said.
Nobody else answered.
“Okay. We’ll stop off at the next rest stop.”
Trip gave me a look but I ignored him, keeping my eyes locked on the road.
Lacey was staring out the back window, her face a mask of anger and confusion. I had no clue what was running through her mind, but I was sure it wasn’t good.
After all, I was a selfish hurricane leaving destruction in my wake. And I couldn’t even deny that. Truth was, ever since I left for Mexico, I’d been seeing more and more the truth of who and what I was becoming.
Things changed. I was trying to do something different, something good. But I couldn’t tell them all about it, not yet at least. My handlers had sworn me to secrecy, and I was afraid of losing what privileges I still had by telling everyone the total truth.
We drove on in silence until I spotted the first rest stop. I pulled off toward the bland, squat building, the parking lot full of bored and tired people who only wanted to get where they were going. Rest stops were both necessary and bizarre. Nobody went to a rest stop as a destination, and yet there were plenty of people there at all times, either working
I glared at him. “Don’t talk to me. You did this to us.”
His expression didn’t change. “I know. And I’m sorry this is happening.”
“Great, Camden is sorry yet again. How many times do you get to royally fuck our lives up before you just go away for good?”
“Damn,” Trip muttered.
Camden was silent for a minute. “I’m going to fix this,” he said finally.
“Yeah? Are you going to somehow go back in time so Lynn doesn’t have to be totally traumatized? Are you going to make this cartel magically go away?”
“I’m going to fix it,” he repeated, and the car fell into silence.
As we got onto the highway, heading west, driving fast away from town, I realized that all of my plans had changed irrevocably. It seemed almost trite and silly to realize that my summer plans were all out the window, but I had been banking on a certain kind of life.
Now, suddenly and without warning, Camden was back and we were on the run from Mexican gangsters. No matter what happened, nothing was ever going to be the same for us again. My life was changed forever.
All because of him. That bastard, that self-absorbed, cocky asshole. No matter how he made me feel when he was around, he ruined everything. He was an unstoppable hurricane, even years ago. He did whatever he wanted and didn’t care about the consequences.
Suddenly, my whole life was a consequence of his stupid mistakes. We were all getting dragged down.
And yet, for as angry and shocked as I was, part of me believed we’d make it out alive.
If there was anyone in the world that could fix our fucked-up situation, it was him. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew it was him.
Chapter Six: Camden
I hated that look on her face.
It was pure loathing and scorn. I knew I deserved it, knew I was bringing more pain and horror into my family’s lives than they deserved, but it still hurt. Of everyone in the world, I cared about what Lacey thought of me, and clearly she thought I was a piece of shit at the moment.
Who could blame her, though? My poor mother was busy going through full-on post-traumatic stress in the backseat as we sped out of town. And as far as Lacey was concerned, I was a murderer.
I felt slightly better once we were on the highway. I knew that Castillo’s men wouldn’t try to run us off the road, and we’d be relatively safe if we stayed off the grid and were careful. Still, they knew where we were, and it was very possible that they could catch up to us at any moment.
“Cam,” Trip said softly. “I think we should talk about this plan.”
I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter?”
He shook his head, glancing into the backseat. It was clear that he meant, not in front of them.
“Anyone need a break?” I asked the car.
“I’m starving myself,” Trip said.
Nobody else answered.
“Okay. We’ll stop off at the next rest stop.”
Trip gave me a look but I ignored him, keeping my eyes locked on the road.
Lacey was staring out the back window, her face a mask of anger and confusion. I had no clue what was running through her mind, but I was sure it wasn’t good.
After all, I was a selfish hurricane leaving destruction in my wake. And I couldn’t even deny that. Truth was, ever since I left for Mexico, I’d been seeing more and more the truth of who and what I was becoming.
Things changed. I was trying to do something different, something good. But I couldn’t tell them all about it, not yet at least. My handlers had sworn me to secrecy, and I was afraid of losing what privileges I still had by telling everyone the total truth.
We drove on in silence until I spotted the first rest stop. I pulled off toward the bland, squat building, the parking lot full of bored and tired people who only wanted to get where they were going. Rest stops were both necessary and bizarre. Nobody went to a rest stop as a destination, and yet there were plenty of people there at all times, either working
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