Now, Hank had ridden in limousines before and reveled in the pure luxury, but to ride in this car was nothing short of breath-taking. Mostly because a...ter the driver pulled out of the car lot, the rough road was so jarring on Hank's elderly body that it took away his ability to breathe. He issued a muttered sentence to the driver about replacing the shocks on the car. An indeterminate time later, the car thankfully stopped moving and Hank was finally able to breathe again. Quickly after the car. But with these other guys in the house? Not a chance. I’m going to pick up some of my stuff later, but I’m here as long as they are.”Brie tried to look mutinous, but her pale green eyes were far too happy for her to be serious about it. Not for the first time, I was envious of her looks. Her father was Irish, her mother African-American. The combination left Brie with light-coffee skin, luminous green eyes, and lovely curls she kept trimmed super short. She looked like a supermodel, just. Ace wet his bottom lip with his tongue unconsciously. ‘Not hungry.’ Ace was a mystery to Iverlei. His tall, slightly muscular figure was ever-present in her life but she knew little to nothing about him. He was about 23. Of Puerto Rican and Nigerian descent. A naturalized citizen, but she was unsure where he was born. He spoke the Pidgin English of the Nigerians as well as he did Spanish. He went to school with her brother and graduated a few years ahead of him. He was from the Badlands. Suddenly, I was slammed hard into my seat as we hit the ground hard with a severe jolt then bounced back up. Again the cabin tilted, to the left this time and another hard bump. People were screaming now, but no, it wasn't people, it was the screeching and crashing of tearing metal. The undercarriage had collapsed! I remained bent forwards, thankful for he restraint of the seat belt as I was being tossed like a rag doll, unable to do anything but trust that it held. I covered my ears, putting.