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I chuckled, quickly telling her we’d be home on time before I glanced at Dad to relay her message, making him cringe. “She’s terrifying when she wants to be. I don’t know if she’s plotting revenge on me or not for taking you away from your education.”

“You should’ve known she’d see me leave with you,” I replied, turning my attention back out the window. “Why did you want me to come with you?”

“You looked like you needed it,” he answered simply, heading towards Rawson Grove which was the quickest way to Stoneleigh. “I know you said you don’t want to talk about it, but I figured maybe you’d like to get away from her for the day.”

“Mom?” I asked with confusion as I glanced at him.

“Luna,” he corrected. “I’m not prying into your personal life, but I know you’re struggling to keep your feelings to yourself lately.”

“I don’t like her like that,” I argued, but he knew I was full of shit.

“Take today to just breathe, okay? Hang out with Phoenix or something.”

“Oh, her daddy wouldlovethat,” I grunted, knowing Rage hated any of us near his precious daughter. He was worried Beckett would get her into trouble, and he was worried I’d get her naked.

I’d never cross that line, not when she could possibly be my cousin by blood. Rage should’ve been more worried about those who watched over her. She was always checking out the Kings MC members half the time when he wasn’t paying attention, and a few of them had humored it for a while.

Jaxon, a member of the crew, usually kept them away from her though. He was working his way up the ranks with ease from what I’d heard, and he was doing everything to prove his loyalty to Rage.

“I swear I had a full tank of gas,” Diesel grumbled as we neared Stoneleigh almost an hour later, and he flipped on his turning signal to turn off at the gas station. He hadn’t, but I didn’t correct him.

He jumped out to fill up, my eyes catching on a familiar black Supra at one of the other pumps. I was going to ignore him, but just as I went to look away, Turbo glanced up and met my gaze. He smirked, tilting his chin at me to motion me over, so I cursed under my breath and climbed out, leaving my bat in the car and walking over to lean against his Supra.

“Turbo,” I greeted, biting back a groan when tires squealed and Slick’s Mustang pulled up behind us. He climbed out and gave me a filthy look, apparently not wanting to undress me with his eyes for once.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He scowled before continuing his shit. “Sniffing around Turbo’s cock won’t do you any good.”

I laughed, turning to Turbo and giving him a wink. “Oh, I’m not too sure about that. I bet he could fuck the gay out of me. Right, handsome?”

Turbo snorted, eyeing my father discreetly across the gas station while speaking to me in a low voice. “I highly doubt that. You like pussy more than most men I know.”

“I’d probably scare you anyway. What are you guys doing?” I asked, glancing back at Slick who was now right beside me. “Sexually assaulted anyone today?”

“Not yet, but it’s on the cards,” he sneered, looking me up and down slowly. “You act tough, but you’d be screaming on my cock in seconds if I got those panties off.”

I noticed Dad’s back muscles tense, and I knew he’d give me a few minutes to deal with my own shit before he intervened. Slick was lucky it wasn’t Skeeter or Slash, or he’d already have a bullet in him.

“You know those girls scream because they’re trying to get away from you, right?” I said dryly and gave him my back to dismiss him, clenching my fists when he wrapped an arm around my chest to haul me back, his hot breath fanning across my cheek as he chuckled.

“I’m aware. The way you keep taunting me tells me you must like the idea of that. Are you playing hard to get?”

“Hey, don’t touch her,” Turbo warned, narrowing his eyes as he finished pumping his own gas. “You know the rules. Not her or Blake.”

I scoffed, giving him a dirty look. “We’retheexceptions? He shouldn’t be allowed to touch anyone without their permission. Fuck you, asshole. I thought you were better than that.”

“He’s not allowed to fuck with anyone, but you girls are one of us,” he threw back, his eyes flicking over my shoulder towards my dad who was probably on his way over to put a bullet in Slick’s kneecap for touching me.

Slick’s hand trailed down my stomach, but before I could snap at him to fuck off, I heard the click of a gun behind us.

“Let her go and fuck off before I make your skull look like swiss cheese.” I frowned, not recognizing the voice. Slick let go, and I turned to find two guys behind us, one with a dark brown buzz cut who had a gun aimed at the side of Slick’s head, and the other had dirty blond hair that fell over his sharp gaze. The blond guy gave me a once-over while the other stepped closer and tapped the barrel of his gun against Slick’s head. “I said fuck off. Are you deaf?”

Slick glared at me as if this were my fault, but Turbo cleared his throat, stopping anything he wanted to spew at me. “Slick. Go. We don’t need the heat, dude.” Slick cursed at me and spat at my feet before stalking back to his car and slamming the door, taking off with a screech of tires. Turbo scrubbed a hand over his face, looking tired all of a sudden. “He’s getting worse.”

“Then stop letting him get away with it,” I hissed, punching his shoulder, not that he even flinched. “You would’ve stabbed him two years ago for the shit you roll your eyes at now. If you don’t rein him in, I’m siccing my sister on him. He’s a menace.”

“Riley, right?” the blond guy asked, making me stiffen. I hated it when people knew who I was when I had no idea who they were.

“That depends on who’s asking,” I said flatly, making him smirk.