Page 67 of Ruthless Riot


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Patrolling the Devil’s Brutes’compound last night was exactly as disappointing and exhilarating as I expected it to be. I got us there much quicker this time, remembering the route much better, but every step we took around the perimeter had me itching to climb over the fence and cause a riot.

Ryker refused. As did the others.

Fuckers.

I get it, I do, but they’re not the ones now on the way to Jasperville University to spend the day taking classes that don’t even compare to getting revenge. Nope, that’s me.

Shift is driving today, Emily and I tucked in the back with a two-bike escort behind us.

A yawn parts my lips as I swipe a hand down my face, covering my tonsils from Emily’s view, but she smirks at me, confirming I failed.

“Someone needs to get more sleep,” she snickers, wagging her eyebrows at me, and I grin. She doesn’t know about our late night drive. She’s assuming I was up late getting up to much more fun things, but alas, that’s not the case. Not that I can tell her that though.

I hate to lie, so I shrug. “It’s not my fault your brother’s co—”

“Ew! Ew! Ew! Shut up,” she screeches, covering her ears with her hands as she squeezes her eyes shut.

Shift chuckles up front, which only makes Emily stamp her feet. “Don’t laugh, Shaun. It’s not funny.”

My eyes widen at the name on her lips, but it’s Shift’s response to it that has me even more intrigued. His eyes darken, teeth nipping into his bottom lip as he glances in the rearview mirror at her.

Deciding winding her up is more fun than talking about me, I tap her on the shoulder. “Who’s Shaun?”

Emily freezes, gaping at Shift. When I flicker my gaze to Shift, he keeps his eyes pinned on the road. Silence blankets us.

“Wait… Is Shift’s real name Shaun? I didn’t know that.” I think she’s vibrating, her eyes are on the verge of falling out of her damn face as she tries to scramble a response. “Three names for one man. Who knew the infamous Kronkz could be such a cool kid. We talked about deep shit, man, and I’m only just now realizing I never even knew your name.” I lift a hand to my chest in mock horror, aiming a pointed look his way for when he eventually looks at me in the rearview mirror.

He sighs, shaking his head.

“Fuck,” he grunts, slapping his hand against the steering wheel. “She knows, Em.”

My eyebrows furrow as I look at Emily, who’s now so pale I think she’s about to pass out.

“Knows what?”

“Don’t push, Scar. She’s going to hyperventilate any fucking second, and if she gets upset, I’m going to be a pissy little bitch. Even to you.”

My smile grows. “That’s the kind of response I want to hear from your lips. I don’t give a fuck who you’re talking to. Do you hear me?” I cock a brow at him.

He wraps his arm behind his seat as he pulls into the campus parking lot, squeezing her knee in silent support and she quickly brushes him off.

“Em, it’s okay. If you two hadn’t been looking at each other with hearts in your eyes, you might have been able to keep it a secret, but it’s not. It’s fucking adorable if anything,” I offer, squeezing her cheeks playfully.

“Oh, shit. We’re not ready for people to know, Scarlett. Not. Ready.”

What she means is she’s not ready for Emmett to know, but I don’t clarify. They’re her emotions, not mine.

The SUV comes to a stop, and before I can utter a word of reassurance at her, my door swings open and I’m lifted from my seat. Gray holds me in his arms until we’re on the sidewalk, where he proceeds to lower me to my feet oh-so-fucking slowly. Making sure every inch of me brushes against every inch of him.

“Hurry the fuck up, asshole,” Emmett grumbles, glancing at me from over Gray’s shoulder, but my view of him is quickly cut off as Gray presses his lips to mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I take my time, kissing his lips until they’re locked in my memory.

“Have a good day, Sweet Cheeks,” he murmurs when he reluctantly takes a step back, and Emmett occupies his spot.

“It’s a good thing you’re a fucking queen, Snowflake. I have zero patience, but waiting for you is still a gift,” he says, making me swoon. He molds his mouth to mine in the next moment.

All too soon, he backs away too, leaving me needy and wanting before a full day of classes.

Motherfuckers.

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