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Riley

Logan was showing off his new car to Luna, and as much as I was annoyed he’d stolen her away from me, I couldn’t stay mad at the fucker. He was grinning so wide that I was surprised his face didn’t crack, and Luna was so fucking happy for him.

“That was a nice thing you did,” I said to Turbo as he moved to stand beside me, watching Logan and Luna.

“Why is everyone so shocked when I’m nice?” he grunted, butting out his cigarette before handing me a bottle of vodka. “You like this one, right?”

“You remembered.” I grinned, taking a mouthful before passing it back. “We should all meet up for lunch and a few games of pool at Harley’s.”

He ran an awkward hand through his hair, blowing out a breath. “You know, I appreciate what you’re doing.”

“What’s that?”

“I wouldn’t have any of you fuckers outside of my races if it wasn’t for you, you know? Blake never spent time with me, Logan and Reid didn’t want to risk people finding out about the street races, and even you didn’t see me unless we had a race on. The moment you started changing shit up, everyone jumped on board. So thank you.”

I looked at him, tilting my head. “Since we’re besties, are you going to tell me what happened with Stanley?”

“What can I say? He pissed his pants, ugly cried for an hour or two, and ended up bleeding out when I got bored and slit his stomach open. You should’ve seen the look on his face when he realized his intestines were on the floor.” He smiled manically, making me cringe.

“You’re more psycho than I gave you credit for. If you ever get bored doing your own thing, hit my parents up. They’d love someone like you on jobs.”

“Sorry, but I heard crew members have to play nice together. I doubt Beckett or Maddox would allow that,” he said dryly. “Besides, how many people does your family kill? They don’t need more help.”

“If you want to tell them where those Crestford brats live, that would be appreciated,” I said seriously. Skeeter had been trying to hunt them down, but it was as if they didn’t exist. Nothing pissed my family off more than people fucking with us and then walking around without punishment.

“What brats?”

“You know, those rich pricks who shot at us that night.” I frowned, recognition hitting his face.

“Oh, the wannabe gangsters? You won’t find them.”

I huffed, giving him a dirty look. “We don’t let people get away with shit, asshole. My parents have been trying to track them down, but it’s like they’ve vanished.”

He smirked, his voice low. “Like I said, they won’t find them.”

He had that dark look in his eyes that I’d seen earlier when he’d stabbed Stanley, surprising me slightly. “You killed them?”

He dropped an arm around my shoulders, tugging me closer as Beckett watched us with confusion. She’d definitely heard me.

“Shut your mouth. We’re in public,” he murmured. “But trust me, no one fucks with me or my friends and gets away with it either.”

“Your girlfriend’s going to get jealous if you don’t get off me,” I said sweetly through my teeth, making him snort.

“My girl knows she’s got nothing to worry about. She’s not insecure like most of you women. Besides, she does that thing with her tongue that I like. I’m not going to stray anywhere.”

I laughed, shoving him back. “I didn’t need to know that.”

“Payback for me witnessing your late-night rendezvous with Luna when you spread her out on the hood of your car,” he joked, making Cruz gasp at me from close by.

“Excuse me, don’t be such an animal. She’s too sweet for that kind of behavior.”

I knew we were being loud by the way Luna tensed.

“You think you know her, but that good girl over there? She does some really fucking bad things when we’re alone,” I replied with a smirk, making Luna spin around and glare at me with pink cheeks.

“Riley!”

“What? Don’t be ashamed of those skills, baby. You’ve earned bragging rights,” I teased, laughing as she ran at me, shoving a hand over my mouth.