Page 103 of Pretty Little Psychoy


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“Bite me, Evans.”

“Uh, Riley?” I frowned, noticing people arguing by the door. “Isn’t that your friend? Blake?”

She glanced over, letting out a huff of annoyance. “Yep. Let’s go see what the fuck she’s doing here.”

We walked over, and she kept a firm grip on my hand to avoid losing me in the crowd. People were amped up from the fight and getting rowdy.

“Donovan!” Blake snapped when she saw us, trying to pull away from the Bloody Psycho who was working security. “Don’t you know how to answer your fucking phone?”

Riley tensed, not liking the attitude being thrown at her. “I told that prick I was busy tonight.”

I had no idea who she was talking about, but my stomach sank as Blake continued. “Logan’s been trying to fucking call you for the past hour. Slick ran Reid off the road to avoid losing. He’s in the hospital.”

“Reid was racing for pink slips?” she bit out, not seeming to care about people hearing her. I didn’t know the whole story behind the street racing, but I had a feeling there was a lot going on. If Reid was in the hospital, it must have been a bad crash.

“Slick taunted him into it and talked a heap of shit about Raven. C’mon, let’s go,” Blake said desperately, fear in her voice. “I don’t know if he’s going to make it, Donovan. It was bad.”

Riley turned to me, not hiding the concern. “I’ll go with Blake. I’ll give you my keys and…”

“No,” I bit out, keeping a tight grip on her hand. “I’m coming with you.”

She looked ready to argue, but Blake growled. “Are you coming?”

“Shit, okay. Luna’s coming too,” she answered, tugging me out into the cool night air. She yanked her phone from her pocket, cursing at all the missed calls. She sent a message to someone before unlocking the Corvette, pointing to the passenger seat. “Buckle up tight. I’m breaking some road rules, just so you know.”

I made sure I was securely in my seat, and my stomach did a flip as Riley put the car in reverse and floored it, peering over her shoulder to see where she was going. I was both impressed and horrified.

Blake tore off into the night ahead of us, and we followed at a slower speed until we were away from the shed, then she put her foot to the floor and we sped through town. I’d been in the car with her on the track, so I was used to the speed, but not on the road. I had no idea how she was missing parked cars and signs that seemed to come out of nowhere in the dark, confirming that she’d been racing on the road for a long damn time.

I watched her in the dim lighting to try and distract myself from the panic bubbling to the surface from the dangerous driving. She looked angry, her jaw set tightly and her fingers flexing on the wheel, but I wasn’t sure who it was aimed at. Reid, for racing, or the Slick guy for causing the crash.

The drive didn’t take long, and I was grateful when we arrived in one piece. Riley flung the door open and bailed out without a word, and I had to jog to keep up with her. I wasn’t surprised to find Ander by the reception desk with Blake beside him.

His jeans and gray hoodie were covered in blood, his hands stained red as they trembled by his sides. He looked withdrawn, ignoring everyone around him as he stared at a mark on the floor, but I heard the pain in his voice as he spoke when he noticed us. “They’ve had to bring him back once already. He died in the fucking ambulance. Jesus, Donovan. I…”

I gasped as Riley punched him in the cheek, glaring daggers at him and not giving a shit about the receptionist threatening to call the cops. “This is why I told you to bring rules in. The only person to ever cause accidents is Slick, but you won’t do anything about it.”

“He’s banned,” he said firmly, clearing his throat. “I told him tonight that he’s not welcome back. If he can’t race fairly, then he’s not racing at all.”

“It’s a little bit late for that, don’t you think?” she snapped, making Blake flinch. I took Riley’s hand to calm her, and she jerked away from me angrily. I stepped back and tried to ignore the hurt I felt, but she blew out a breath before reaching for me. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to touch you when you’re mad,” I protested, but she shook her head and pulled me against her chest, burying her face in my neck.

“No, I want you to touch me.”

I hugged her tightly, looking at Ander over her shoulder. “Where’s Logan?”

“In the waiting room with Raven and Zavier. Raven’s hysterical,” he murmured, glancing at Riley. “We’ve managed to keep your name out of everything so Raven doesn’t know about you being part of this shit.”

“Iwasn’tpart of this though. I was at the shed supporting my fucking family, but now I’m missing Beckett’s fight because of that cunt. I’m assuming you’re out here because of Raven?” she growled, waiting for him to nod. “I’m going to check on them. You’d better mean what you told Slick too. I don’t want to see him again.”

“He won’t be racing through me,” he promised, and I was surprised when Riley patted his shoulder before taking my hand to lead me through to the other room, leaving Blake with Ander.

Logan sprung from his chair when he saw us enter, not hiding the heartache on his face. “That fucker…”

“I’ll get him, don’t worry,” she mumbled, not letting me go. “I’ll break his fucking kneecaps.”

I waited for her to reassure me she was joking, but she didn’t. My stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought of her going after the guy, but I forgot about it when Raven threw herself at Riley, not hiding her tears.

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