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“I didn’t let you do shit.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Cruz warned, giving me a pointed look before leading Luna outside, leaving us behind.
Once they were gone, Stone turned his annoyance to me. “If you don’t want your girl ending up under someone else, don’t be a cunt. It’s simple.”
“So I’m supposed to do everything she says?” I argued weakly, his eyes narrowing.
“You act like she demands shit from you all the time. You wanted a relationship, so now you have to learn to sacrifice shit you like and meet her in the middle. This is why I don’t date. I’m not giving up anything for anyone, and I'm too damn busy.”
Beckett let out a huff of annoyance, absently toying with her knife in her hands. “How come everyone seems to know what happened except me? What the hell did you do, Riley? If you fucked up, why are we here? You acted like she ran off for no fucking reason.”
“You’re the one who dragged me here,” I grunted, giving Drake a scowl when I realized he was staring at me. “What?”
“You’re so stupid,” he said with a chuckle, leaning against the wall. “Get your shit together or I’ll give her a shoulder to cry on.”
“Drake,” Stone bit out, not wanting his friend to escalate the situation. “Shut your fucking mouth. Stay away from Luna. Knox would eat her alive.”
“He needs a soft woman to soothe him,” Drake replied lightly, not taking his eyes off me. “And she needs someone to obsess over her because she deserves it. I thought you were, but it appears you’re only obsessed when you want to be.”
“Go choke on your boyfriend’s dick,” Beckett deadpanned, sliding her blade into the pocket of her jeans. “We’re leaving. Hunter and Diesel are stopping by this week to buy some more tech. Just a head’s up.”
Stone grumbled his fake excitement before asking what they wanted, and I pulled a cigarette out and waved it at Beckett. “I’m heading outside.”
“I won’t be long.” She nodded, and I quickly left the massive warehouse, standing in the sun to get a good look at the property while I smoked. It was massive, and part of it had multiple stories, looking more like a hotel than a warehouse. Apart from the main front door which was old as fuck, they’d obviously built around the original building as they’d grown.
I didn’t know much about the Night Thieves, but they definitely had money. I found that strange since they didn’t seem to flaunt it.
Their cars were flashy but not brand new, their clothes weren’t expensive, and they seemed pretty humble.
I noticed a large truck parked beside the house, and I watched as people unloaded whatever goods were inside.
“Let’s go,” Beckett said sharply as she materialized beside me. “Stone doesn’t like it when we snoop.”
“No offense to your friends, but I don’t give a shit.” I snorted, moving towards the car anyway. “The only nice ones are Drake and Cruz. The rest are pricks.”
“Stone’s in charge, so he has to keep up appearances of being an asshole. Besides, can you blame them for being wary? They’re running a huge criminal organization here of stolen merchandise,” she replied dryly, climbing into the driver’s seat and starting her Mustang, the engine roaring to life.
“Have you spoken to Reid?” I asked, changing the subject. “I’ve been meaning to visit him. I heard he’s awake.”
She drove towards the road, not glancing at me as she spoke. “He texted me this morning complaining he was bored. They were concerned because he had swelling in his brain but it’s under control now.”
“Do they know when he’s allowed to go home?”
“Do you actually know how badly he was injured?” she asked with a scoff. “Just because he’s awake, doesn’t mean he’s okay. He has multiple fractures and breaks, his head injury is still being monitored, and he had a collapsed lung and internal bleeding. He can’t just get to his feet and walk out any time soon.”
“I just figured he could heal at home.” I sighed, staring out the window. “Turbo’s tried to see him, but Raven loses her shit every time.”
“Can you fucking blame her?” Beckett snapped, unsurprisingly taking her friend's side. “That prick almost got Reid killed.”
I turned to face her, narrowing my eyes. “No.Reidalmost got himself killed. He knew the risks and still chose to drive in that race. It’s not Turbo’s fault.”
“Then why isn’tTurbopaying for the medical bills? I bet he’s too busy running races to even notice Reid’s missing.”
“He’s devastated about Reid getting hurt,” I said angrily, sick of her talking shit about him. “He’s closing the races down once the current events are finished.”
“He’s full of shit. I don’t see why you like the guy,” she grumbled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Says the person who’s besties with Zane Evans.”
