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I sat on the worn garage couch and snagged another handful of the Captain. It shredded the top of my mouth as I crunched it. It was painful, but everyone knew Captain Crunch was the best shit on the planet.

“Since when are you too tired to party?” Crow asked without looking my way.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, brah. It was a shitty night.”

I didn’t give them details, but seeing Tori had taken the wind from my fucking sails. It was as if her presence had swiped all my energy. By the time we got back to the house, I was done.

“What time are we meeting?” I asked, changing the subject.

Our supply runs usually took most of the day. I was ready to get the shit done so I could dwell over the past a bit more before Saturday night kicked off. I had missed the party the night before; I wasn’t about to miss it again.

“Same time and place. Leaving in an hour,” Crow answered.

The front door opening and slamming echoed throughout the house before Skull and Everly entered the garage.

They were cute together. He was a giant beast, and she was a petite beauty.

“Hey, bitch. Long time no see,” Joker said, pulling Skull in for a hug. “Where the hell have you been?”

He pulled Everly in for a hug as soon as Skull was out of the way. She giggled at something he whispered in her ear before she swatted at his chest. Knowing Joker, he said something perverted.

“Working all the time, man. You know how it is,” Skull answered before he stepped up to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me in to bump shoulders.

While he was the same old Skull, he was different. Everly changed him. He had an easy smile these days, and I was glad to see my boy so content. It made it easier to run shit without him. He left the drug-slinging and went legit, and while I didn’t see that happening in my future, I understood why he did it.

“I can’t relate, bro,” I joked.

The fact was, dealing and racing put plenty of money in my pocket.

“Fuck all that work,” Joker said, falling back onto the couch and lighting a blunt. “Go resupply with us today. Get back into the game and make bank.”

Skull grinned and reached out for Everly’s hand. “Nah. I’m good.”

I could tell by the look in his eyes he was. The smile Everly gave him made my stomach feel weak. I would never have that. Hell, I couldn’t even get it up for a woman. How would I ever fall in love with or make love to one? It wouldn’t happen even if the guys thought it happened every weekend.

“How did last night go?” Everly asked.

They didn’t come to The Strip much these days, but she loved the races even if she hated to admit it.

“We smoked everyone’s ass, of course,” I answered around a mouthful of Captain.

“I can’t believe you’re still eating that trash.” She shook her head.

“Well, maybe if you guys moved back in, you could cook us a healthy breakfast every morning,” I joked.

She giggled, and Skull scowled at me.

“Not happening. Y’all are my boys, but I don’t want my girl around all this shit. When you fall in love, you’ll understand.”

Hearing Skull talk about falling in love was a trip.

Joker laughed. “Never gonna happen, my dude.”

Crow didn’t respond, but he nodded in agreement.

We hung out a bit longer, bullshitting with the bikes and playfully flirting with Everly. Knowing we had a run to make, they didn't stay long, but it was good to see them. I couldn’t decide if Skull was lucky to have Everly or not. Either way, settling down wouldn’t happen to the rest of us. For me, it wasn’t physically possible, and for Joke and Crow, mentally, they would fuck someone up. We were a goddamn mess.

TWO HOURS LATER, we pulled up to the abandoned warehouse inside the city. It was the spot where we met our supplier. This part of town used to be busy, but now it was all dead shopping centers with broken windows and chipped parking lots. It was nothing to see a meth head tweaking on the sidewalk.

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