Forty-Two: Haven Haywood

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Forty-Two:  Haven Haywood It had been several weeks, but the car was finally waiting for me. Torretto parked it outside of The Dragon, and I received a message from the bartender late at night that it was there. The car wasn’t at all what I wanted, and I groaned when I saw it. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said when I arrived at the pub. The bartender came out. “You don’t look happy,” she said. “I said I didn’t want ostentatious,” I told her. “Torretto said you’d say that. Torretto also said that The Draig deserved better than some ‘little b***h car’.” “Simple doesn’t mean that it’s a little b***h car. This is….the opposite of that. It screams, ‘notice me’.” “If you want your Princess safe, you need something that will scare others away. This is a black, 1967 Ford Mustang S

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