But he’d completely lost it. He grabbed one of his friends by the collar and punched him square in the face. “That’s not what you said before!”
Blood splattered, and everyone went dead silent.
The plan was simple–I was supposed to crash into the guardrail, break my legs, and get dragged out by Harvey’s lackeys. Then they’d haul me to the villa so he could gloat and tear me apart all over again.
But I already knew what they were up to. So, I had Mom fly in the latest self–driving car from overseas and soaked the ‘interior with gasoline. Inside, I planted a life–sized mannequin that looked just like me.
When the explosion hit, the goons they stationed nearby freaked out and bolted, too scared to check. By the time they thought about putting out the fire, it was already too late–the dummy was burnt beyond recognition.
Once, I gave Harvey everything and nearly ended up crippled. This time, I made sure he tasted the same bitter fruit.
Harvey kept pounding on the guy who’d come up with the plan, totally out of his mind, until the cops showed up and dragged
them all to the station.
At the precinct, the guy was on his knees, face swollen and bloody, begging like his life depended on it.
“Harvey, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen! I didn’t know the car would explode–I didn’t have fire extinguishers ready. By the time I grabbed water, it was too late… Please, for Vivi’s sake, don’t press charges. If I’m convicted of murder, my family will
disown me!”
No matter how much he pleaded, Harvey just let out a cold, bitter laugh, eyes like ice.
“This is your karma. I’ll make sure the cops know every last thing you did.”
