After Bryce had gotten into his sister's car, he turned his phone on and was welcomed by forty-nine messages from his sister, and then the fiftieth message beeped in.
‘Where is my car?’
‘Why the freaking hell did you take my car?’
‘You a*sshole of a brother, bring back my car!’
‘I'll report you to mom’
‘Bring my car!’
‘I swear, I’ll kill you once I get hold of you!…’’
BRYCE WAS IN BIG TROUBLE AND HE KNEW IT.
She wouldn't have been so angry if he had taken her permission and he knew he was at fault. The only way he could calm his sister and stop her from killing him was to purchase her favorite snack; Chestnut chocolate doubled with its cookies and a bottle of cherry wine.
If that did not do the magic, then nothing would. Or so he believed.
From the entrance of her house, he could feel the smoke fuming out of her nostrils while she stood at akimbo on her porch.
‘BRYCE!’’ Sophie yelled after he had parked the car under the shade of the garage.
