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“Zane’s got my back. That’s different,” she said lightly, pissing me off even more. Our entire family was untrusting of others, and for good reasons, but she couldn’t tell me Turbo was a problem when she trusted the Devil.
“Yeah, and Ander fucking Lavaro has mine. Just because you don’t know him, doesn’t make him a bad person.”
“Does he know what happened last night?” she asked flatly, and I was suddenly so fucking tired. Tired of the arguments, the secrets, the divide in my family. All of it.
“He witnessed our fight, or he wouldn’t know about it. It’s not a competition between you two, Beck. I’m not deliberately doing shit to piss you off. I don’t want to fight with you, and I don’t want to talk about Luna.”
She placed her elbow on the window frame, her face twisted with frustration. “I don’t mean to take my mood out on you. I’m worried about you, but it’s the closest thing I can try to understand compared to everything else. The shit with Ry, Marla bailing, Lloyd. It’s too much and I feel like I’m going to lose it. Now you and Luna are fighting, you’ve been keeping secrets, Reid almost died, and I had a fight with Jett last night on top of everything.”
I frowned. It wasn’t good if Beckett and Jett were already having problems. They’d only just gotten together.
“What did you fight about with Emerson?”
“Logan. Well, I guess Drake and Cruz too. One of them is always over, and as much as they’re good guys, I like my space. Jett sits up gaming with them half the night, then comes to bed and wakes me and Maddox up in the process. I’m sick of it,” she huffed, turning onto my street. “I don’t mind them coming over, but not every fucking day.”
“Want me to chase them out with my bat?” I offered, making her laugh.
“Don’t tempt me. Maddox stayed at Mikey’s the other night because he’s sick of it too. Jett’s not selfish, but he always needs company. If Maddox and I are doing crew stuff, I understand why Jett would invite them over for pizza and gaming, but we’ve been home a lot lately and they’re still there.”
“Why are relationships so hard?” I mumbled, checking my phone in hopes that Luna had messaged me, but she hadn’t. I checked her location to see she was at home, and I wondered if Cruz had dropped her off or if he’d stuck around.
“Cruz isn’t into her,” Beckett said as if reading my mind. “He likes her, but only as a friend.”
“How do you know?”
“I know Cruz pretty well now. If he was interested in her, he’d already have her under him. He works fast.” She chuckled, parking out front of the house and shutting the engine off. “I think it’s whiskey o’clock, don’t you?”
I groaned, getting out of the car as she did the same. “I’m really not in the mood today.”
“Please? I’m really not ready to go home yet,” she joked, but I had a feeling she was serious. I hadn’t gotten to spend much time with Beckett since she got out of prison a few months ago, so I bit my tongue and nodded, following her inside the house.
“Alright, but if you’re hungover tomorrow after trying to keep up with me, that’s your own fault.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
Luna
“You don’t have to come inside,” I said almost too quickly, making Cruz smirk.
“Why not? I’d like to make sure you get inside okay. Trust me, your father would prefer that than me driving off like a little bitch.”
“He might shoot you,” I warned, completely serious. I’d seen him chase off guys before, and I didn’t want him hurting Cruz who’d shown nothing but kindness to me.
“He might not,” he teased, opening the car door and climbing out to wait for me to follow.
We hardly got to the door before it was jerked open and Dad was staring at us with suspicion, his voice rough.
“You’ve got balls, kid.”
“I don’t want to talk about my balls in front of Luna.” He smiled at my dad before ushering me inside. “She slept alone in my room, she’s had breakfast, and Drake didn’t fuck her.”
“Cruz!” I gasped as my cheeks heated, but Dad snorted.
“Like I said, you’ve got balls. Come in, I want to talk to you.”
I went to argue, but Cruz waved me off. “You worry too much. If the guys you bring home run from your dad, then they’re not man enough to protect you from anyone. Choose someone who your dad can respect.”
Dad fought a smile and failed, pointing to the kitchen. “Exactly right. Tempest is home if you want to see her.”
