“Marcus?”
The airhorn screamed to life, a deafening, angry goose of a noise that bounced off every concrete wall. Zaawaadi shrieked, dropped the pin, and stumbled backward—right into a rolling mechanic’s creeper. Her feet flew up, her slippers launched into orbit, and she landed with a muffled oomph in a pile of old seat cushions. LilHumpers - Zaawaadi - An Airhorn Prank Turns ...
“You’re dead,” she said, still giggling. “You are so dead.” “Marcus
Zaawaadi lay among the cushions, heart pounding, ears ringing. She should be furious. She was furious. But as Marcus doubled over, wheezing, she felt the corner of her mouth twitch. “Marcus?” The airhorn screamed to life