Page 178 of Mexico Can Choke On It
Gavin launches forward. “Petra! Stop this madness right—”
No time to think. My foot moves on instinct.
One quick sweep behind his knee, and—BAM!—he hits the ground beside me with a curse. I’m already on him, pinning his arms, locking him up. He’s strong, but I’m desperate.
“Bryce, have you lost your goddamn mind?” He struggles against my grip. “What the fuck is wrong with you? My sister’s having a complete breakdown!”
“You need to trust her.”
He jolts harder. I tighten the hold.
At the front, the women roll through scattered petals in a flurry of flying limbs and expensive fabric.
Hair-pulling. Screaming. A loudSLAP!
“You worewhitetomywedding?!” Fiona screams.
“Damn right I did,” Petra snaps back. “And I’m not sorry I look hotter than you.”
I catalog the faces in the audience—three hundred of society’s elite watching their first live cage match. They’re mesmerized and mortified in equal measure.
Fiona breaks free and rakes her French manicure down Petra’s cheek like a savage house cat.
“Keep your claws to yourself, you fake-ass princess!” Petra jerks back, avoiding the worst of the scratching assault.
“Get yourpoor-personfilth off me!” Fiona screeches.
“YAP! YAP! YAP!” Miss Muffy barks frantically.
“Oh my stars, Miss Von Cashmere!” Nigel swoops in, cradling the dog and putting his hand over her eyes. “Don’t look, precious. This is most unseemly,” he says, planting himself ringside.
Fiona struggles upright. “Pathetic little nobody! You’re nothing but gutter scum!”
Petra stomps her combat boot down on the train of Fiona’s gown—RIPPP!“Time to end this, you gold-digging parasite!”
She reaches into her jacket with theatrical flair, producing the lipstick-sized taser I’d given her.Uh-oh.
“You brought a taser to my wedding?!” Fiona gasps.
CRACK!
Fiona’s stiletto flies through the air and hits its target. Petra’s wrist flinches as the device goes flying.
The weapon spins and cartwheels. It bounces once off a champagne flute, ricochets off the baby grand piano, and lands between Hana’s heels.
She picks the object up, giggling nervously. “Oh wow, this is… a taser? It looks just like my emergency lip gloss.”
“Fiona, you glitter-brained demon!” Petra growls, nursing her wrist. “That was a gift.”
“I will END you!” Fiona hurls herself forward with a scream that’s part banshee, part Broadway soprano.
THUD!They collide in a flurry of slapping hands and kicking feet, falling to the ground.
BAM!Petra blocks her assault with street-smart instincts, but then Fiona, thrashing and enraged, gets the upper hand and climbs on top of Petra.
SLAM!She smashes Petra’s head on the ground. “You have no idea what it takes to make a wedding like this a reality. You know nothing! Youarenothing. I had to plan, steal, beg, and blackmail to get here.”
“Boo-fucking-hoo!”
