Jezebel Rayne Jacobs sat in the passenger side of her brother's car. She had just been let out of Juvie again, after they forced her to promise good behavior.

"Jez, I don't know why you insist on breaking so many laws. I mean, torching the old barn? Really now?"

She flashed Glenn a smile.

"Mom says I get it from you, Glenny. You were the one who showed me the beauty in fire, actually."

"And now I'm paying for it," Glenn Jacobs growled. His sister was seventeen, yet she'd been in the Juvie system more times than he'd like to remember.

"Eh, whatever. Just drop me off at home. Mom's out with Tryan again, so I'll be alone."

"Not this time, Spitfire. You're coming on the road with me."

Jezebel looked at her older brother with wide eyes.

"What the fuck? No way!"

"No choice, Spitfire. Mom can't keep bailing you out, and Mark is too busy. Plus, it means we get to spend time together!", he said giving her a disturbing smile.

Slumping in her seat, Jezebel turned on her iPod, listening to Twisted Transistor by Korn.

"Why can't I just stay for a week? Why all summer?"

"Because, Jezzy, I miss you. And if you're with me, there won't be so many issues."

She flashed him a wide grin.

"Oh, you think so? Remember, big brother, I have your temper. I also have a knack for getting into trouble."

Glenn smirked.

"Jezebel Rayne, you didn't have me watching your back before. Now that you're gonna be on the road with me, I'm gonna be watching your every move. Step outta line once, and it'll be hell for you. Got it, Spitfire?"

"Yes Glenny."

"Girl do not call me Glenny."

"Or what?"

Glenn shook his head. He loved Jezebel to death, but she got on his nerves easily.

"Big brother?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks for getting me out of there. I really appreciate that."

"You're welcome, Jez. Just, promise me you won't cause any issues here?"

Jez thought for a moment.

"Isn't it you that always said promises are just lies to distract someone from the bad things you will do in the future?"

"Yep."

"Then what makes you think I'll be a good girl?"

"I keep hoping. Although you did turn out like me."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Not really. Means the guys won't be all over you."

"Damn. Well that sucks."

"They get to stay alive that way, little sister."