Lynn Foxx Holly West Avi - Road Queen 11 S3 Tara

sat in the driver’s seat of her ’69 Charger, knuckles white. She was the veteran, the Queen Mother of the asphalt circuit—gravel-voiced, calm, and dangerous. Beside her, Holly West thumbed a switchblade open and shut, her sharp grin never reaching her eyes. Holly was the loose cannon, the one who’d rather burn a bridge than cross it.

Tara said nothing. She just drove, faster now, the road queen and her uneasy court racing toward a sunrise none of them might live to see. Because on Road Queen , the final twist wasn’t the explosion—it was what came after the finish line. Road Queen 11 S3 Tara Lynn Foxx Holly West Avi

Their headlights caught a silhouette in the middle of the road. sat in the driver’s seat of her ’69

Holly leaned across Tara, knife blade catching moonlight. “Why should we trust you?” Holly was the loose cannon, the one who’d

Tara unlocked the door. “Get in. But if you cross us, Avi, I’ll put you in the dirt next to the dynamite.”