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Instead of taking the bait, I ignore it and him. “You really think it’s a good idea to come around here?” I shoot Thad a look because he’s the smart one. “The wrong person sees me talking to you guys and I’m done.” Now I look right at Quinn. Give him the dimples. “Not sure how your uncle would feel about that.” I’m his uncle’s best boost and he knows it. It’s why I’m the one stealing the Ferraris and Lambos that shipped overseas while everyone else is boosting Corollas for spare parts. Quinn is a psychotic dickface but he’s not stupid. He knows I make his uncle money and he’s as afraid of Troy as the rest of us.
And if Quinn burns me, he’s going to be pissed.
“Simmer down, D. No need to get your panties in a wad.” Quinn shrugs. “Just sayin’ hi.”
Bullshit. I have no idea what the past ten minutes have been about but Quinn didn’t crawl out from under his rock to say hi. He showed his ugly mug for a reason.
“Can I go now?” It sticks in my throat, asking this fucker for permission, but the last thing I need right now is a pissed-off Quinn aimed at my back.
“Sure, D.” he takes a step back and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm. “We’ll see you later.”
I don’t say anything else. I just start walking, fighting the urge to look over my shoulder with every step I take.