In front of the apartment building, the Porsche pulled over to the side of the road, and a wobbly teenager stumbled out of the car.
Gin had spent over an hour speeding along the winding mountain road, and poor Cointreau bore the full brunt of it—
Because the back seat had no seatbelts, Cointreau couldn't be anchored down at all, leaving him feeling for over an hour like he was trapped inside a running blender.
Chapter 113