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“Local. They’re a terrible shot.”

“Why are you worried then?”

“Because they’re fucking annoying. If I start gunning down rich kids, I’m going to get my ass thrown in prison,” he grumbled, but I chuckled and put my foot down harder on the gas.

“Shoot back and scare them, for fuck’s sake. If you hurt anyone, I’ll handle it. I guarantee my family is scarier than theirs. Besides, Mom knows you wouldn’t get me into trouble. We were simply going for a drive and got attacked,” I said sweetly, a dry laugh leaving him.

“Oh yeah, like that’s believable. You hate me, so why would we be going for a moonlit drive together?”

“Do you have another idea, dumbass?” I barked, not giving him another second to answer before I floored it. I screeched around corners as I made sure to take side streets to lose them, and Zavier somehow managed to lean out the open window and fire some shots at one of the cars that were sticking close to us.

I still couldn’t see Turbo, which pissed me off, but my adrenaline was pumping as I sped through Crestford with bullets pinging off my car. They were lucky it wasn’t my Corvette, or I would’ve pulled over and beaten them to death.

My phone rang from its stand, and I answered it on the hands-free when Turbo’s name popped up. “Where the fuck are you, asshole?” I snapped, but he ignored me.

“Turn right just before the bridge to Briar Falls. Turn your location on.”

“My parents will track me then, idiot.”

“If your phone’s on, they can track you. Don’t be delusional in thinking they don’t check deeper than that little app you guys use.” He scoffed, his engine rumbling in the background. “I’ve got your back, Donovan. Get to that road and don’t slow down until you do. Once you’re past the stone wall, stop.”

“They’ll follow me!”

“Trust me?”

“Fuck no.”

“Pretend to for five minutes,” he grunted out before hanging up.

Zavier sat in his seat properly, giving me a grin. “You haven’t seen this side of him before. He sounds like he has a plan and it’s not going to be pretty.”

Fear pumped through my body as I kept driving, narrowly missing parked cars in the dark. We were moving so fast that I wouldn’t be able to see anything in front of me until we hit it.

“Bridge is just up ahead,” he warned, and I had no choice but to slow down for the sharp turn, my hands starting to sweat as the two cars behind us continued to follow. At least they’d stopped shooting at us.

Once past the wall, I stopped just in time to see a car roll into the middle of the road, my heart hammering as it exploded. The rich idiots chasing us had no option but to slam on their brakes as the wall of fire spread across the road, my eyebrows shooting up.

“Turbo put explosives in a car? How did he beat us here and set that up?”

“He knows all the shortcuts,” Zavier explained casually as if it were no big deal, but his eyes were shining with glee. “He’s pretty cool.”

“I have no idea how to explain that to my parents,” I said and shook me head as Zavier opened the door and climbed out, snatching the bags and quickly putting them in the trunk of another car close by. I frowned when I realized it was Turbo’s, and the man himself popped up beside my open window with a smirk.

“Bet that got your panties wet, didn’t it?” he teased, giving me a wink. “If you ever want to do this again, just ask.”

“Did you even fucking need me or was this just evening entertainment for you?” I demanded as sirens sounded two seconds before I heard a familiar car roaring in the distance. I knew the sound of Skeeter’s McLaren anywhere.

“Yep. I couldn’t have set this shit up if I wasn’t trailing behind. I’ve gotta go. These idiots are after the crystal, not you. Go yell at them if you want.” Then he jumped in his car and took off as if we’d just been hanging out as buddies.

“Dad’s almost here,” I muttered to Zavier, and I grabbed my bat from my car before taking his wrist to drag him towards the flames. “Let’s deal with these assholes.”

He pulled his gun out once I let go, and we made our way towards the cars that were still parked on the other side of the carnage.

One guy climbed out with a scowl, but he hesitated when Zavier aimed his gun at his head. If he thought they’d intimidate us, they had another thing coming.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Zavier spat, sounding more menacing than usual. I was kind of impressed. “Do you know you just started a war?”

“With who? You? You’re nothing, Lopez.” He laughed lightly, but his eyes were focused on me. It was dark, and since my hood was on he probably had no idea who I was. He was in deep shit when Skeeter arrived.