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Around fifty cars are parked up here tonight. It’s just what I needed after Perdita, but is also why when three luxury cars roll through and park directly opposite us, I notice them.
Rolls Royces aside. Nice. The kind of rides our daddy’s drive.
Thankfully, no one outside of us notices the newcomers since they’re all too busy enjoying a lawless space.
The door of the middle Rolls swings open but no one appears. “Halen, show you’re not carrying…”
A smirk touches the side of my mouth as I stretch my arms wide. I’d recognize that voice if it was blended with ten others. “Would you like me to strip for you, Bas?”
“Well now, that wouldn’t be veryI promise not to tell people we fucked in the back of War Malum’s car after he denied youof me, would it?” Bas boasts as he closes his door.
I fluff up my cropped racing jacket, doing a three-sixty. I’m in a crop top, black cargo pants, and Jordans. “You can see my belly, Bas, I’m not wearing a holster.”
“What are you doing here, Hayes?” He leans against the hood of his car, crossing his legs at his ankles.
Finally, I step to the side of my own, matching his stance.
He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and takes out a packet of cigarettes, biting one into his mouth. His hair is as dark as Vaden’s, but his eyes are so brown that they’re almost hematic. His cheekbones are shaved sharp, but his lips are thin.His nose is slightly bent from being hit in the face one too many times, but all it does is fail at trying to hide his classically handsome features.
He’s hot.
Actually, that’s probably being modest. When you’ve been surrounded by beauty all your life, it bores you.
Show me someone with scars. The kind that makes people quiver with fear, and I’ll show you my kind of beauty.
“Maybe I’m just here for innocent fun?” I bat my lashes at him to add to my pseudo.
He snickers. “Doubtful. Do your daddy and sociopathic brother know you’re here?”
My smile falls an inch before I collect myself. “What, forty minutes up the road?” I’m bluffing, and if Bas remembers correctly, he’ll know it.
He puffs on his cigarette, the end crackling amber. For a moment, I forget where we are until a car backfires and laughter and music filter through once more. “What I want to know is, what you’re doing here.” I lean forward. “Are you following me?”
He pauses the cigarette before it reaches his mouth. “And if I told you that I was?”
I kick off the car. “Now, why would I expose all my signals? I wonder what I would do?” Bas Blackwell was the stray I dragged off the street the night War so ruthlessly put my ass in place.
Literally.
I didn’t know who he was, and I didn’t care. I broke into War’s garage, pushed his RX4 down the driveway before starting her up down the street, and picked up the first guy I saw. It just so happened that Bas was in our estate. I didn’t ask why at the time, or even now. I probably should have. In hindsight, I know that if I wanted to be the brat I always get called, I could shoot up this entire spot and be the fucking problem.
But I won’t.
Not yet anyway.
Bas swipes the curve of his lip in an attempt to hide his chuckle. “Okay, Halen. I’ll be seeing you.” Then he’s back in his car as fast as he came.
“Shit, you slept with that?” Stella taps her foot, her head bent to the side. “He’s cute.”
“He’s regret,” I correct, watching his taillights disappear. But why was he here, that’s the question. I haven’t seen Bas Blackwell in a long time. The last time wasn’t something I wanted to relive.
“Okay, well!” Riv claps her hands, breaking the silence. “I don’t know about you guys, but I kind of want to race. What do you say…” She bounces around me, her high heels clapping against the asphalt.
When I don’t answer, River’s hands come to my cheek as she forces my focus. “Since coming back from Perdita, I can see it in your eyes, Halen. So, I think we shouldrace.”
“You see what?” I widen them at her.
“The look of your brother.”
