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“Yeah, you’re Donovan’s sister alright.”

I relaxed, glancing at his friend. “You two know Beckett?”

Buzz cut finally put his gun away, meeting my gaze with a singular nod. “We’re associates, yes.”

“And you are?”

“None of your business.” He snorted, but the blond guy was grinning like an idiot, throwing off golden retriever vibes hard.

“Don’t be an asshole to her. I’m Cruz, this is Stone.”

“The Night Thieves?” I didn’t know the exact details, but they’d helped my family save Jett when the Hell’s Demons’ crew had kidnapped him recently, and the Night Thieves had held some prisoners for the crews to torture to death too. That meant they were trustworthy.

“Your sister talks too much,” Stone said coldly, glancing at Turbo. “My invitation to fuck off was also for you. Keep your predator friend out of Rawson Grove. You feel me?”

Dad was standing behind them now, his eyes burning into Turbo curiously. He was going to have a million questions about him and Slick that I couldn’t give him answers to. He couldn’t find out about the street racing, and if I said they were from the track, he'd ask Beckett about them.

Turbo nodded, glancing at me. “Tomorrow night. Usual spot and time. Bring Reid.” Fuck, Dad definitely heard that.

“I’ll swing by if I have time,” I replied lazily, his eyes narrowing as he started walking towards the driver’s side door.

“Make fucking time, Donovan.” Then he got inside and slammed the door, leaving a lot more quietly than Slick had, but I heard him burning rubber once he got out onto the main road.

Stone was death-glaring me, but Cruz struck up a conversation as if we were besties.

“You’re not going to set someone on fire at our place like your sister did, are you? We still can’t get the smell out.”

“Cruz, shut up,” Stone snapped, having the decency to face Dad and hold his hand out to shake. “Diesel.”

Dad shook it, but his eyes were on me. “Stone. I wasn’t aware my daughter was going to bring trouble with us.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for your kids to roll through town without causing a problem. Have you had any issues lately with street racers?” Stone asked, but his attention was back on me, waiting for my reaction. I didn’t give him one, but by the way he was eyeing me, he knew I was involved.

Dad frowned, crossing his arms and swinging his gaze to the guys. “Street racers don’t last long in Ashburn. We’ve got the track, and that seems to keep the kids occupied. You guys have a problem with them here?”

I pulled my attention away from them, finding Cruz smirking at me knowingly. He spoke to Stone without looking away from me. “I’m going to grab a coke. You want anything?”

“Hurry up,” Stone warned, and I cleared my throat when Cruz raised an eyebrow at me.

“Uh, I’m thirsty too. I’ll grab us a drink, Dad.” He gave me a strange look, glancing between me and Cruz, but he nodded and let me go. I scowled as Cruz chuckled once we were inside, and I considered punching him. “What’s your deal? What’s funny?”

“We have the entire town under surveillance. You don’t think we see everything that happens here or notice your Corvette and Supra is usually one of the cars screaming around in the middle of the night? Your sister hasn’t said anything about you racing here,” he replied lightly, snatching three cokes and handing me two.

“Beckett can’t find out, asshole,” I said as my eyes bore into him. “She has her habits and I have mine.”

“Give me one reason why we shouldn’t tell her.” He smirked, walking towards the register and motioning to all three drinks before waving his card at the employee.

“What loyalty do you have to her?” I continued, refusing to let him destroy the one thing I loved doing.

“She’s scary.”

“You don’t think I am too? I’ll beat your skull in with my baseball bat in seconds and leave you here for the crows,” I spat as the employee’s eyes widened with horror. Cruz grinned, finding me hilarious.

“Stop making jokes like that. You’ll scare people.”

“That’s the idea. My bat’s in the Escalade if you really want to test me,” I snarked, grabbing his wrist and tugging him towards the door. “Keep your mouth shut about what I get up to, you got that?”

“Chill.” He laughed, pulling my hood off to pat my head. “Don’t cross us and we won’t say shit. Your family drama doesn’t affect us.”