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I nodded, but I wasn’t. I thought he’d ease me into it, but once he slid inside, he immediately picked up the pace. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out, his fingers digging into my waist as he slammed in and out. Tears burned my eyes from the discomfort, and when I finally begged him to stop, I admitted defeat.

I couldn’t be like those girls, and I’d never make him happy.

He didn’t stop though, not until he’d finished.

ChapterTwelve

Riley

Iblew out a lungful of smoke as I leaned against my car in the parking lot in the Heights a few days after I’d last seen Luna at the bar. Between lectures and helping Mom at home with Kate and some other kids, I hadn’t had time to hunt Luna down.

I knew her excuse of being sick was bullshit, and I was still fuming about how Stanley had been treating her.

I eyed Turbo with annoyance as he pulled up beside me. He was late, and I’d been waiting for twenty minutes. He climbed out, giving me an apologetic look. “Sorry. I had to bail Slick out of lockup in Blackwater.”

“Why? Should’ve just left the prick there.” I scoffed, giving him the stink-eye. “Everyone else is late too, but you’re the only one who didn’t feel the need to tell me.”

“Where’s Reid?”

“Fighting with Raven.” I smirked, flicking the ash from the tip of my cigarette. “She caught him and Logan sneaking out.”

“How has she not noticed until now?” He snorted and I rolled my eyes.

“Women aren’t as stupid as you men make us out to be. She would’ve noticed after the first or second time, but she’s probably been waiting to confront them. I guess tonight's the night.”

“If they show up with her tailing them, they’ll ruin it for the rest of us,” he gritted out, lighting his own cigarette. “We don’t need the drama.”

“No? You don’t seem to have a problem creating it. Speaking of which, where the fuck’s my money? I sure as shit didn’t get shot at for nothing,” I demanded, reaching my hand out. “I want interest since it’s late.”

“The fuck for? You don’t even need it,” he said flatly, but he was already moving to his trunk to rummage through bags, his cigarette hanging from his lips. He was insane if he was driving around with loads of cash on him.

“It’s the principle,” I said lightly, keeping my eyes on him. He could’ve been thinking about pulling a gun out and killing me for all I knew. “Besides, I’m giving the money to Zavier.”

“Aw, you got a soft spot for the Heights’ kids? That’s cute.”

“Zavier had my back that night and got my car home, no thanks to you. He earned that money. I got my rush, he’ll get food on his table. It’s a fair deal.”

“You wanted a rush, so I gave you one. I kept my end of the deal. It’s not my fault you got more than you bargained for, Donovan,” he grunted, slamming the trunk and waving a stack of bills at me, dropping it into my waiting hands. “Ten k.”

“I wanted interest.”

“Thatiswith interest. It wasn’t a fucking bank heist,” he bit out as I tossed it through my open window.

“You’re lucky I’m loaded, because my car’s going to cost a fortune to fix.”

“It’s not even that bad, it’ll buff out. I think it adds character,” he teased, and I quirked an eyebrow in response as I dropped my cigarette butt on the ground to crush it with my shoe.

“You need some character. Want me to put some rounds in you?”

“You don’t even carry,” he said smugly, seeming surprised when I walked around my car and opened the passenger door, pulling a gun out of the glove compartment.

“I’m the daughter of two criminal street crews and the niece of two others. I respect you, but don’t think for a second it’s because I’m scared of you. Our friendship can end as quickly as it would take for one of these bullets to pierce your skull,” I answered in a low voice, making sure he knew how serious I was.

He leaned back against his car and crossed his arms with amusement as he studied me. “You’re something else.”

I rested my arms on the roof of my Corvette, giving him a small smile as I aimed the gun at him and shut one eye, acting like I was lining up a shot. “Fuck with me, I fuck you back harder, Lavaro. Remember that.”

“You can fuck me if you like,” he drawled, heat filling his steel-gray eyes. “I won’t stop you.”