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Reid’s car door shut as he climbed out and walked around to my side of the car, leaning his butt against it. “Yeah. Whyarewe here? And why’d you tell me to leave Logan at home?”

“You two are discreet, you love the rush, and I know for a fact you, in particular, won’t say no to easy money,” Turbo replied, his eyes on Reid. “I need help moving something.”

“Fuck no,” Reid snapped, instantly losing his temper as the muscles in his arms flexed. “I’m not interested in your gangbanger bullshit. I race cars, that’s it.”

“I’ll pay you a lot.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he spat, his fists clenching by his sides. “I’m not interested in anything to do with weapons, and you already know my thoughts on moving drugs after what happened to Josh.”

I had no clue who Josh was, but by the way Reid was flipping out, I assumed he’d been really hurt or killed in a drug deal gone wrong. It happened regularly in the Heights.

“Thought the money might sway you.” Turbo shrugged, sliding his steel-gray eyes to me. “How about you, Donovan? You want to help me move some shit tonight?”

I didn’t want to get involved, but the adrenaline rush the risk would bring me was worth it.

“What’s the haul? Drugs?”

“Crystal.”

“How much?”

“Twenty pounds.”

“What’s that valued at? Six hundred k?” I asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Didn’t think you played into your parent’s businesses? Sounds like you know what you’re talking about. It’s close to six hundred and fifty k.”

“Why aren’t you moving it yourself?” I asked bluntly, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke at him. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He scrubbed a hand over his face, becoming impatient. “Look, I can’t trust Slick, and I need a second set of eyes. It’s a lot to move alone and I need someone to watch my six. You feel me?”

“You’re not dragging her into your dodgy shit,” Reid hissed, giving me a firm look. “You need a rush? I’ll race you. Hell, if you’re just bored we can get drunk back at Raven’s place. You don’t need to move drugs for this fucking idiot to get your kicks. It’s not like you need the money.”

“No, but you do. I’ll have my fun then give you the money,” I offered, his eyes narrowing to slits.

“I’m not fucking taking money from you.”

“Why not? I don’t need it, and I’m sure as shit not letting Mr. Wannabe Kingpin over here keep it.” I snorted, leaning back in my seat. “Put it towards buying a nicer house or something.”

Reid scowled, pushing off my car to point a finger at me. “You know what dirty money does? It gets people killed. It’s alright for people like you who have entire crew organizations at your back, but people like me? We don’t have shit. I don’t want that money near me or the people I care about. Last time one of us got involved in this sort of shit, they got killed. Right there in their own fucking kitchen in front of us.”

“I know what it’s like to watch someone you love die, Reid,” I said gently, knowing his trauma was going to be different than mine. If he really didn’t want the money, I’d have to respect that.

“I can’t force you not to get involved, but I can’t come with you to watch your back and I don’t want the money. I’m sorry,” he said tightly with a shake of his head, stalking back to his car and slamming the door behind him before taking off with a screech of tires.

Turbo was studying me silently, pulling his lower lip between his teeth in thought.

“You know,” I said slowly, blowing smoke out my window as I glanced at him. “If my parents catch wind of this, the pair of us are dead. You know that, right? I just watched my dad set fire to my friend's car because she drove drunk in it. So imagine what he’d do to you for getting me involved with this shit?”

“Live a little.” He smirked, tilting his head to the side as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Chances are high we’ll get caught, but I get it if you’re too scared.”

I scoffed, dragging on my cigarette as I looked away from him. “I have nothing to be afraid of. You, on the other hand, do.”

“Leave that concern to me. So, you in?”

“Where’s the pick-up and drop-off? If it’s in Ashburn, I won’t.”

“I wouldn’t ask that of you,” he said seriously. “Kingslake to Crestford. Separate cars. You take the crystal and I’ll have your back. Once we get to Crestford, I’ll do all the talking and we part ways.”