They were on their way to the Nexus Tower. But Maximilian was losing his fucking mind in the passenger seat.
"Step on it!" he screamed. "Why the fuck are you driving like a granny?!"
Leonardo, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it, snapped back, "I'm already at the speed limit! If we get fined, my dad's gonna skin me alive!"
"Who gives a fuck about a fine?! My dad's the goddamn chief cop! You think we'll get in trouble?" Maximilian barked.
Leonardo clenched his jaw and pushed the pedal down harder. The car jolted forward.
DING!
Maximilian's phone vibrated.
He checked it.
It was from Xavier.
He opened the message.
[Since you didn't reply about angles and positions, I went ahead and tried everything. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy, against the wall, upside-down, inside the fucking sink—everything. She's got good flexibility, you should be proud.]
Maximilian's hands trembled.
Another text popped in immediately after:
