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“Of course,” he said lightly, but I knew he wanted to ask what was wrong. He wouldn’t though, we weren’t like that.

“Can you come and get me?” I chewed on my bottom lip absently, hoping I didn’t have to find another way there. I wasn’t going to risk driving myself.

“I can send Logan and Zavier to get you. They’re just about to leave the docks, and they’ve got my car,” he said without hesitation, relief filling me.

“What are they doing at the docks?”

“Wet Dreams. Logan wanted to watch pussy taunt him, and Zavier’s on babysitting duty,” he muttered. “Send me your location and I’ll make sure they get you on their way back.”

“Thanks, Reid.”

“Any time.” Then he hung up to call his friends.

I sat on the side of the road, sending my location to Reid before laying back on the grass to wait. It was dark, the street light above me being the only light in the area. My fingers itched for my bat that I’d left in my car, and I suddenly realized how stupid it was of me to be laying here in the dark on my own without a weapon.

Luckily, a familiar car engine sounded from close by within ten minutes, and I lifted my head to find Zavier sitting in the driver’s seat of Reid’s Challenger, his eyebrow raised.

“I heard you need a lift?”

“You heard correctly. Where’s my pussy pal at? Did you leave him face down in dirty pussy?” I joked as I got to my feet, Logan’s face popping into view from the passenger seat. He was definitely drunk.

“Pussy pals unite!” he cheered, making Zavier sigh.

“He’s had a few too many. He’s going to climb in the back so you can sit up front.”

Logan laughed loudly, unclipping his seat belt and throwing himself between the seats to try and squeeze into the back. He wiggled, his hips getting stuck, making me snort.

“Hey! Did I make it? I can’t tell!” he called as I approached the passenger door and opened it, finding his ass in the air and his legs kicking about, narrowly missing Zavier who scowled.

“Stop kicking! You’ll smash Reid’s stereo!”

“At least I’ll get to smash something tonight!” He cackled, kicking his legs around harder while moaning dramatically as Zavier slapped him hard on the ass. “Oh, Daddy!”

“For fuck’s sake,” he growled, grabbing Logan’s legs and giving him a shove, causing him to tumble into the back. I smiled with amusement as I slid into the seat and buckled up, glancing at Zavier as he started to drive.

“Thanks for this.”

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asked carefully, surprising me and making me look at him. The car was dark now that the door was closed and the interior light was off but I could make out his expression in the moonlight. He seemed unsure, his eyes focused on the road ahead. He didn’t know me so he probably thought I’d want to have a girly vent about my problems. That would’ve made us both uncomfortable.

“Not particularly. It’s gay girl shit,” I deadpanned and Logan’s head popped out from between the seats with a wide grin.

“Like,reallygay girl stuff?”

I placed my hand on his forehead, shoving him back as my mouth curved into a teasing smile. “None of your business, Donahue.”

My phone vibrated and I cringed when I realized it was a text from Ryder.

Ryder: Are you alive? Kidnapped? Or did you get home and forget to fucking message me?

Riley: Sorry. I’ve gone out, but I’m okay.

Ryder: With fucking who?

Riley: Just make sure Luna’s okay, and keep your nose out of my shit.

Ryder: Fine. But only because I like Luney.

Riley: Touch her and die, asshole.