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And then there's Christian, standing next to Logan with his arms crossed and a pissed off expression on his face.

The sight of them knocks the wind out of me.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath.

If there’s one thing worse than being abandoned, it’s being rescued by the people you've hurt beyond repair.

CHAPTER NINE

Christian

“Get in, asshole.”

That’s all I say when he steps through the door.

Devon freezes under the humming lights, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie. His eyes jump from Logan to Owen, then finally to me. Somehow, he looks thinner than he did just three days ago, covered in bruises and rough stubble under his jaw.

For a second, I almost forget I’m mad. Almost.

He hesitates, attention darting toward the sidewalk like he’s planning to run. “You didn’t have to come.”

I jerk my head toward the car. “Let’s go.”

He just sighs and drags his feet toward us like one of my younger sisters throwing a fit. The second he slides into the back seat with me, stale sweat hits my nostrils. Jesus, when was the last time he showered? I crank down the window before Logan even starts the engine.

“So,” I say once we're leaving the parking lot. “Selling coke, huh?”

“Wasn’t what it looked like,” Dev mutters.

I snort. “Bullshit.”

Bloodshot eyes glare at me in the darkness. “You think I wanted this?”

“I think you wanted something.”

“Christian,” Logan warns softly, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror.

I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek and focus on my breathing. Logan’s pretty pissed about us keeping him in the dark. According to his fucking calculations, five grand was nearly everything we had in the rally budget for January. Fucker is absolutely livid at me, but I'll make that back easy once I get my shit together. I just need to start posting before my sponsors all drop my ass. It'll be fine.

It's fine, it's good. We got this.

“You’re lucky Logan picked up the phone,” I growl after a while, still fuming. “How the fuck do you get into so much trouble, anyway? We're in fucking Utah, pendejo.”

Devon leans his head against the window. “Trouble finds me.”

Anger ignites beneath my skin. “No ‘thanks’ or nothing, huh? Nice.”

“You think you’re some fucking saint?” he scoffs. “You’re the one who jumped into that bar fight, man. I didn't force you.”

“Because I was defending you and Logan’s boyfriend. What were you doing? Getting high?”

Dev's attention snaps to the guy in the passenger seat. “Boyfriend? What happened to Salem?”

Logan’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “She’s still my wife,” he says evenly. “We’re non-monogamous.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Don’t,” I warn, my fists clenching.