Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 322

She had barely stepped out of the car when two men jogged over to greet her.

"Mandy."

"Mandy's here."

Mandy recognized them-they were friends of Normand's. She remembered how, back then, they'd dragged her into a restroom, trying to teach her a lesson, only for her to pull a knife on them. Later, she'd smashed a bottle over their heads at a bar. She couldn't recall their names, but their faces were burned into her memory.

She gave a noncommittal "Yeah," her face completely expressionless from start to finish.

Her icy demeanor immediately caught the attention of another group nearby.

They sized her up and down, noting her simple white shirt, jeans, and clean white sneakers—she looked every bit the wholesome college girl who hadn't yet left campus life behind.

One of the guys couldn't help but make a crack. "Whoa! Is this Mr. Lewis's new girlfriend? She still in school or what?"

Another chimed in, egging him on. "Hey sweetheart, don't let Normand's straight- laced look fool you-he's not exactly a saint."

The men burst out laughing.

A girl in a white dress stared at Mandy, unblinking.

Mandy caught the hostility in the girl's eyes.

Not that she cared.

ignored the group

complete indifference only made them more

introducing yourself?" One guy, chewing

the girl in the white dress and shot Normand a

jaw, fury flashing in

Scarlet. Unbelievable.

him, and now, not even a day later, she'd thrown herself into the arms of his

himself protectively in front

race, let's race. Enough with the trash

guy across from him seemed even more interested, as if he'd just spotted an

we'll race,” he said, grinning wickedly, eyes flicking suggestively to Mandy. "But let's raise the stakes. This time, each of us brings a girl on the bike. If

was about to refuse when he felt Mandy

arm.

looked at the guy, her smile

for trouble, who was she

Normand shot her a worried look. "These bikes go fast. You might not be used to

"I'll be fine."

already climbing onto the

a

losing didn't matter to Mandy. She was just looking for an

of "Go!" the two motorcycles shot forward like

engines roaring, the wind howling past. Mandy wrapped her arms tightly around Normand's waist, feeling the heat

as they