Parker's phone buzzed—incoming video call.
Tessa and Atalanta.
He swiped to answer, and just like that, the screen split into three. Tessa, propped up in her driver's seat, grinned like she already won. Atalanta? Cool as hell, adjusting her gloves like she was about to assassinate someone instead of race through L.A.
"Alright, sweetest dumbasses," Tessa started, flipping her camera around to show her car's dashboard. "We all know why we're here." Perhaps they felt like a video call would be better?
Atalanta smirked. "Because I'm about to humble you both?"
Tessa rolled her eyes. "Bitch, please. The only thing getting humbled is your fragile Olympian ego when you eat my dust."
Atalanta arched a brow. "We'll see."
Parker revved his engine, the deep, aggressive growl of his Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut vibrating through the call. He didn't need to say anything. The sound alone spoke for him.
