Prologue

FOUR people were in the black Range Rover. Two were in the front seat, laughing loudly and twined their hands on the leather seats where their kids couldn't see.

"Your new job is really that bad, James?" The woman asked, tossing her crimson hair into a messy bun, shoving a couple pencils in to keep it in place.

The man sighed. "Heather, the man is a rapist in training. If his hand brushes across my ass one more time, I'm suing Coke-a-Cola for sexual harassment!"

Heather rolled her maroon eyes in exasperation. "James..."

"Don't 'James' me! I'm fearing for my asshole here. You should hear Mr. Gordon." James slicked back his purple hair and puffed out his cheeks and belly. "You can get very far in this company, Mr. Jones." The man then caressed his wife's arm, leaving nothing to the imagination. "It just depends on how much you're willing to do to accomplish your goals."

James groaned and cruised onto the highway. "I don't want to, but I just might quit."

Heather smacked his toned arm sharply. "This is the best paying job you've had in a while. Don't you dare give it up!"

His gaze flickered to her for one second before returning to the road. "If you were in my position, what would you do?"

She tilted up her chin. "Grin and bear it."

"Liar."

A thump resounded from the backseat. Heather turned around to glare at her children. "Marc, let go of your sister's Lego men and quit making faces. You'll get stuck and then no one will want to be your friend anymore. Lori, stop kicking the seats and doodling on yourself. You're poisoning your skin."

Two sets of gunmetal grey eyes stared innocently up at her. "But Mama," Marc said sweetly, " Lori's not swaring. I wanna pway wi' dem, too."

Lori shot him a glare of here own. "Saddup, yu asshat!"

The car swerved slightly. "Lorelei Badia Jones, watch your mouth!" James roared.

"Motherfucker!" Marc shrieked at his twin.

" Marcus Wyatt Jones!"

"Cocksucker!" Lori fired back.

"Pussy!"

"BASTARD!"

Heather glowered at James balefully. "I told you not to swear in front of the twins." She gestured at the two kids shrieking at eat other in the back. "Now look what happened!"

James spend up the car. "Don't pin this on me. 'Oh, shit, I burned myself again. Goddamned stove!' "

If only James had looked up.

If only the man driving a one ton Coke-a-Cola semi wasn't rip roaring drunk.

But he didn't.

And he was.

So when the two vehicles smashed into each other, forming a horrific sculpture of blood, coke, and body parts, no one was surprised.

So, feedback is greatly appreciated! Pwese?