Holly leaned across Tara, knife blade catching moonlight. “Why should we trust you?”
The desert highway unspooled like a cracked black ribbon under a bleached sky. Season 3 of Road Queen had been a bloodbath—territory wars, broken alliances, a sheriff who played both sides. Now, the final run for the season’s prize (a clean title to a garage in Santa Fe and enough cash to disappear) was down to four. Road Queen 11 S3 Tara Lynn Foxx Holly West Avi
Their headlights caught a silhouette in the middle of the road. Holly leaned across Tara, knife blade catching moonlight
Holly looked at Avi in the rearview. “Okay. Maybe we keep you.” Now, the final run for the season’s prize
sat in the driver’s seat of her ’69 Charger, knuckles white. She was the veteran, the Queen Mother of the asphalt circuit—gravel-voiced, calm, and dangerous. Beside her, Holly West thumbed a switchblade open and shut, her sharp grin never reaching her eyes. Holly was the loose cannon, the one who’d rather burn a bridge than cross it.