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“If I could move, I’d fuck you through this mattress,” she replied with a huff. “You’ve managed to stop my limbs from working.”

“You can have your way with me later. I’ll stay the night.” Dad would lose his shit, but he knew I was safe here.

“This wasn’t what I had in mind when you said we needed to talk,” she joked, wrapping her arms around me to keep me on top of her. “Are we okay?”

I nodded, getting comfortable since it didn’t seem like she was going to let me go. “We’re okay. I love you, and I want to be your girlfriend.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear you say that to me,” she said quietly, giving me a serious look. “I love you too.”

We ended up napping for most of the afternoon, and I shouldn’t have been surprised when she ended up between my legs multiple times throughout the night, definitely keeping her parents awake.

For once, I didn’t care.

Riley

My body was burning the next morning, but I wasn’t going to tell Luna that. I was way too battered and bruised for the things we got up to last night.

We were getting annoyed glances from my parents throughout breakfast, but no one said anything. It was a pretty quiet day, and I even let Luna put one of her terrible movies on and watched the whole thing with her. Blake came over to spend some time with Kate, and they joined us which was nice.

It was never peaceful in my house for long though.

“You think you can scope the place out, you stupid cunt?” I heard Maddox bark from the other room, and I tried to ignore it until I heard Turbo’s voice.

“I wasn’t scoping anything out. I told you, I’m here to see Riley.”

I cursed, giving Blake a look. “Keep Kate in here. This might get messy.”

“Is that Ander?” she said with worry, and I didn’t have time to ask why she was calling him that.

“Just stay in here,” I warned, leaving the room and closing the large doors to try and block some of the noise. I didn’t need Luna witnessing this either, so I was glad she’d stayed on the couch.

“Hey!” I whisper-yelled at Maddox as I watched him drag Turbo into the kitchen. “We have too many foster kids here right now for you to pull this shit. What are you doing?”

“This prick,” Maddox gritted through his teeth, shoving him ahead. “Was scoping the house out.”

“I was walking to the front door to knock,” Turbo said dryly, keeping his attention on me. “I was just talking to Reid about the track, so I thought I’d stop by to—”

Maddox punched him in the face, hard, and I managed to get between them before they could end up in a fistfight. Turbo could hold his own, but he wasn’t a trained fighter. Maddox would destroy him. I pressed my back against Turbo’s front to make sure he stayed back, keeping my eyes on my brother.

“This fucker isn’t coming to the track,” Maddox spat, and I wasn’t surprised when Beckett and Jett joined us. I knew they were here somewhere if Maddox was.

“Why not?” I asked lightly, crossing my arms against my chest. “He’s one of my best friends, and the track is the only place I’m allowed to race.”

Beckett snorted, mimicking my pose as she stood beside Maddox. “He’s not fucking welcome.”

“It’s not your track,” I reminded her, irritation in my tone. “The whole family owns it. You want me to race safely? Then let my friends come to the track.”

“He’s not your fucking friend!” she exploded, her eyes flashing with violence. “He doesn’t give a shit about you! You were just someone who had the funds to race!”

“Uh, excuse me,” Turbo said, joining the conversation and placing his hands on my shoulders to gently move me to the side, his cheek already swelling from the hit he’d just taken. “I do give a shit about Riley. She’s family to me.”

“She’ll never be your family,” Beckett threw back, glaring at Blake as she appeared beside us. They’d never get along. Blake didn’t put up with alpha bullshit, which was one of the reasons I liked her.

“You can’t build a track to keep people safe, then refuse entry to them.” Blake scoffed, standing beside Turbo and taking his hand. “You don’t think Ander could afford to build a track in the Heights? He’d take half the racers with him. People use your track because it's fancy, free, and safe. You think the Heights kids would come anymore if they had their own? Or the Crestford kids would travel further than needed? Everyone just wants to race, and the only thing that's special about your track is that it’s the only one around.”

“Babe, I’m handling it,” Turbo muttered, my eyes narrowing. I’d never heard him call her that before. Were they dating? It looked like it from the way he continued to hold her hand.

She glared at him, her voice sharp. “You think I’m going to let her speak to you like that? Stay out of it.”