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“Money? What money?” I whimpered, and he let my hair go to shove me against the wall with frustration.

“My money! I only had to prove I was in a steady relationship for three years and my grandfather would hand over what was meant for me! He refused to hand it over to someone who had a sex and drug problem, so he said if I cleaned myself up and got into a steady relationship, he’d give it to me!”

The fact that he’d never loved me stung more than it should have, and I felt stupid for believing it had all been real. I’d just been a cover-up for his partying lifestyle.

“You were only with me because of money?” I mumbled, staring at him and realizing I never really knew him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Pain spread across my chest at knowing I’d been used, and I ignored Raymond as he snickered from close by.

Stanley laughed, his eyes full of hatred. “You honestly think that Riley would’ve been okay with it? Watching someone use the woman she’s obsessed with? There’s no chance. You’re no use to me, but Raymond has a use for you.”

My skin prickled as Raymond moved behind me, his voice low. “I’ve got some payback to give someone who fucked me over. Don’t take this personally.” Stanley drew his fist back and then hit me in the head, knocking me out.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Riley

Iwas driving to Devil’s Dungeon in the Supra to hang out with Angel when my phone rang, and I answered on the hands-free as Turbo’s name flashed across my screen.

“Whatever it is, I don’t want to know. I’m about to get ridiculously drunk and—”

“You have to get to the Heights,” he blurted out in a panic, making me sigh.

“Not tonight. Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“It’s Luna.” That had me instantly turning around and putting my foot to the floor towards the Heights.

“What the fuck is she doing in the Heights? Is she hurt?” I asked as fear trickled in. “Where in the Heights is she?”

“Our meeting point at the parking lot. I don’t know how he found her, but you have to race to keep her safe, Donovan. I’m not there yet, he called me and…”

“Who called you? What the fuck happened?” I shouted, gripping the steering wheel.

“Slick. He’s taken her and won’t let her go until you race him. I tried to convince him to let her go, but he’s refusing,” he bit out with frustration. “You know this is a trap, right?”

“Of course it is,” I spat, my engine roaring as I pushed it harder. “I won’t leave her with him. Fuck knows what he’d do to her.”

“Be careful,” he warned before hanging up, and I smacked my fist against the door angrily, barely slowing to turn the corner. I couldn’t waste any time. I had no idea if she was hurt, but I knew Slick would’ve done something to her. It was in his nature to cause fear and pain on the women around him, and if he knew what Luna meant to me? She could’ve been black and blue by now.

My tires screeched as I navigated my way through the Heights, and my anger only grew the closer I got to the parking lot. I was going to tear his head from his shoulders when I got my hands on him.

No one fucked with Luna and got away with it.

I sped into the parking lot and slammed on the brakes, only stopping millimeters away from Slick’s black Mustang. Turbo was there arguing with him, and Blake stood off to the side looking helpless. I had no idea why she was there when I didn’t see her car, but then I realized she must have come with Turbo.

I got out of my car and stalked towards them with my bat in hand, my eyes landing on Luna who was curled up in a ball by Slick’s feet, her hair a mess and her dress torn and dirty. Pure hatred filled me, and I turned my attention to Slick who was looking way too smug as Turbo shouted at him.

I appreciated him having my back, but this was between me and Slick. If he wanted to race, I’d give him one, but only if he let Luna go.

“Let her fucking go before I paint the parking lot with your intestines,” I growled, Luna’s eyes flashing up to mine as she heard my voice. Her lip trembled, and she sat up with a wince as tears trickled down her face.

“Riley, don’t. He’s going to hurt you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Slick snarled, not hesitating to knee her in the cheek and make her choke on a sob to get his point across. “This is why Stan can’t stand you. You never know when to mind your own business.”

“What the fuck does Stan have to do with this?” I demanded, a sly grin spreading across Slick’s face.

“He’s my best buddy. It’s a shame I never got to take Luna for a ride like we’d planned. At least I got to touch her tits, right?”

My eyes dropped to Luna as shame filled her eyes, telling me he wasn’t lying. He’d fucking touched her without her permission.