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“This is for getting shot at with me. Put it towards your savings.”
He slammed the trunk shut, glaring at me. “You want to do this here?”
“What’s the problem? It’s not like it’s a bagful. Stash it down your pants before Reid and the others get back over here, then shove it under the seat when they’re not looking.”
Turbo crossed his arms, keeping an eye out as he talked, having no problem discussing business in front of me. “When’s the next drop?”
Zavier snatched the money from me, shaking his head as he stuffed the stack of bills down his pants. “I’m not having this conversation here. We can talk about it later.”
I frowned, confusion nagging at me as I looked at Turbo. “Whydoyou get crystal from another supplier? Aren’t they your competitor?”
Turbo smirked, making me scowl as he dropped an arm around my shoulders to speak in my ear. “Keep the enemy close, Donovan. You know that.”
“Why do you think we’re friends?” I deadpanned, dragging on my cigarette.
“C’mon, we’re real friends.”
“Are we? Because I’ve got the feeling you’re using me. That’s fine, I don’t mind a good business deal, but you’ve got to be honest with me,” I replied bluntly, motioning to Zavier. “And I don’t want you dragging other people down for your own personal gain. If your plan with the enemy is going to bring trouble to Zavier’s doorstep, speak now.”
“We’re friends,” he said firmly. “And I’m not going to get Lopez killed, don’t panic. I didn’t think you wanted to know about my business? I recall us having a long conversation about you telling me to keep my shit away from you, and you didn’t want any part in it.”
“If we’re friends and your enemies know about it, then I need to know what I’m in for, asshole.You know that,” I mocked.
“Since we’re friends,” he drawled, moving back from me with a grin. “Are you going to tell me what happened earlier with your girlfriend? Why’d she leave?”
Zavier chuckled. “You mean Luna? She’s not her girlfriend. Her boyfriend seems to be a real dick though. What’s his name? Stanley?”
Thankfully, our conversation was interrupted by Maddox. I wasn’t willing to discuss her with either of them.
“You’re up, Lavaro.”
Turbo grinned, fishing his keys from his pocket. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go, Donovan.”
Maddox’s eyes burned into me as I put my vodka and bat in my car before locking it and walked towards Turbo’s, but he didn’t say anything. He knew starting an argument wouldn’t make a difference.
Zavier vanished, most likely looking for Raven and the others, and once I was in the passenger seat, Turbo started the engine and made his way through the crowd that was gathering.
“Your sister’s a big deal around here,” he stated, seeming impressed. “It’s a shame she wouldn’t hit the streets.”
“Hey,” I growled, giving him a filthy look. “That’s my thing. Beck likes the track and the fighting cage while I like the streets.”
“What about Ryder? He did well against Reid. Pretty sure he won.”
“Ry likes to race, but it’s not his passion,” I answered, tapping my fingers against my thigh as we got closer to the starting line. “My brother’s more into fucking girls and getting high.”
“Noted. Beckett doesn’t look happy,” he said with amusement, giving her a taunting wave.
I was surprised to see Reid in the passenger seat of her Mustang, but I didn’t mention it.
“You’re good behind the wheel, but this is my sister's domain,” I said dryly. “Don’t be surprised if you lose.”
“I’m aware of her skills. Why do you think I accepted her challenge? I’d like to see if I can beat her on her own turf.” He grinned, putting the windows down to let the cool, evening air in.
Beckett revved her Mustang, and I didn’t miss the way Reid glanced at me. He seemed nervous, and that worried me.
The moment the announcer called the race and the flag dropped, we shot off, and it was neck and neck for most of the race. Turbo surprised Beckett when he downshifted and pumped his clutch on the corner, sending us sideways around the curve.
She wasn’t used to anyone matching her drifting skills.
