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They all took a step away from Stanley, not willing to risk their lives for their newfound friend.

“What the fuck, Stan?” one hissed, taking another step back as a precaution. “You’re starting wars with the crews? The fuck is wrong with you?”

“They won’t do shit.” He scoffed before crying out as Turbo moved behind him, confusing me. Luna scrambled to my side to wrap her arms around my middle, and Turbo kept his face blank, pulling back to reveal a bloodied knife in his hand.

He’d fucking stabbed him.

“Crews like to bide their time, waiting for the right moment to strike. I guarantee if they knew every little detail about your behavior towards Luna, you’d be in a hole by now. I’m Ander Lavaro. I’m not a patient man.”

Stanley’s friends scattered, not wanting to be caught up in the bullshit Stanley had brought upon himself, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Turbo. I knew who he was outside of the racing world, but I’d never seen him so cold before. He’d threatened me, I knew about his businesses, and I’d heard stories about him.

I’d never seen him stab someone before though, he was usually more laid-back.

Stanley clutched the wound with his hand, his face twisting with pain. “You fucking stabbed me!”

“Yes. Would you like another one?” he offered flatly, his eyes lifting to mine. “I’ll deal with this. May I borrow your vehicle?”

“Are you going to ruin the interior?” I joked lightly, but the hint of a dark smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“I’ll get it professionally cleaned before returning it.”

“You’d better since it’s not mine, it’s my parents’. What are you going to do?”

“Use your imagination. Just know that it’s going to hurt.” He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll deal with his car too. Get Luna home, and we’ll all meet at the track tonight, okay?” I didn’t want to leave him with this mess, but I needed to get Luna out of here.

“Call me if you need me,” I said seriously as I took Luna’s hand and tugged her towards her car, a laugh leaving Turbo.

“I prefer to work alone in this situation.” He looked at Zavier, seeming ready to say something, but he stopped when he remembered Logan was there. “I’ll drop you guys off on my way to Pine Valley. I want you both at the track later too. I want to see what Logan’s got behind the wheel.”

Logan’s eyes lit up, and I almost felt bad for never noticing how badly he’d wanted to be the one behind the wheel. He enjoyed being a passenger for Reid, but since he didn’t have a car, it made it difficult for him to be one of the drivers.

“I can’t use Reid’s car, dude,” he said despite the glee on his face. “It would be a kick in the guts to see his car racing while he sits on the sidelines.”

“I’ll sort it out. Just show up and be ready to race,” he replied, holding his hand out in my direction. “Keys.”

I tossed them towards him, and he caught them as he started hauling Stanley towards the trunk. Stanley’s bravery was long gone as he thrashed about, fear consuming him as realization hit that he wasn’t getting away.

People walked by, but the moment they saw me, they averted their eyes. No one was going to call the cops if my family was involved.

Turbo let out an annoyed huff, putting Stanley in a headlock and finding the right pressure point to knock him out, impressing me. “Need a hand getting him in the car? Why are you going to Pine Valley?”

“I’ve got it,” Zavier said, cutting Turbo’s response off. “You girls go. We’ll see you later. There’s a guy in Pine Valley that uh, handles these things.”

Logan gave him a strange look that probably matched mine. I didn’t want to know why Zavier knew a creepy guy that disposed of bodies.

Luna wasn’t stupid, she knew her ex was about to be murdered, but the less she saw the better.

“Thanks, guys.” I nodded, letting them know I appreciated their help before I took Luna’s keys so I could drive her home, trusting the guys to handle the rest.

Luna

“Excuse me?” I choked out once we were sitting on the couch at my place, and Riley told me what Stanley had said about me getting his money. “That’s not possible.”

“Why not? Check your bank,” she suggested, and I scrambled for my phone, logging in to my bank app to check the balance. My eyes went wide, and I dropped the phone in shock. “What? You’re rich as shit now, aren’t you?” she grinned, grabbing the phone from the living room floor to turn the screen towards herself. “Holy shit, Lou.”

“What the fuck is happening?” I had millions of dollars.

“You’re loaded.” She laughed, holding the phone out for me as it started to ring. I took it with shaky hands, but I didn’t recognize the number. I hit the answer button before holding it to my ear, my voice full of questions.