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“Ididsay I was fine,” she grumbled, her lip lifting into a sneer. “You both fucked up your chance at the money tonight. You shouldn’t have stopped. I wouldn’t have stopped for you.”

She was full of fucking shit. “Sure you wouldn’t. I don’t need the money, and if Reid needs some bread and milk throughout the week, I’ll treat him to some so he doesn’t die.”

A smile tugged at her lips despite her trying to remain annoyed with us fussing over her, putting her hands on the steering wheel. “I only sat here because I’m dizzy from the spinning. I’m fine to drive now, but thanks for stopping.”

I gently tapped the roof of her car, giving her a grin. “If you need a better inspection when we get back, I’ll happily give you a physical.”

“You’re such a whore.” Blake snorted, and I smirked as I stepped back to shut her door, speaking through her open window.

“I can be anything you want, baby.”

“I’d like you to be silent.”

“Better put your cunt in my mouth then,” I cooed, making Reid groan.

“Stop. You can’t get mad when I get a hard-on if you say shit like that.”

I patted his arm, walking back to my car, and spoke over my shoulder. “If I were straight, I’d totally do you, Barron. You’re a real catch.”

“I hate you.”

I snickered, climbing into my car and waiting for him to walk back to his, then I trailed after Blake, not wanting to lose sight of her. If she’d hit her head, she wasn’t going to admit it.

Reid drove beside me, pulling ahead then dropping back, his engine revving as he toyed with me to occupy us at the slower pace.

I flipped him off, putting my window down. “I could run out of gas and I’d still beat you.”

“You race like a girl.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I smiled, trading insults until we arrived at the end of the finish line to find Turbo waiting for us. Slick was nowhere to be seen, so Turbo must have beaten him.

Slick was a salty bastard when he lost.

Turbo eyed Blake as she climbed out, and he gave her a nod to make sure she was okay, then he met my gaze as I parked beside him.

“You threw the race.”

“I’m not that much of a bitch that I’d leave Blake possibly injured on the side of the road,” I replied flatly. “And I’m not in this for the money.”

“You’re a better person than me, Donovan,” he mumbled, glancing at Reid who was parked on my other side. “You need money, so why’d you stop?”

“Because I’m a better person than you,” he said with a straight face. “And if Blake was hurt, Donovan’s little custard muscles wouldn’t have been able to carry her out of there.”

“I take back every nice thing I’ve ever said about you,” I said as I gave him the side-eye, giving my engine a rev. “My motor’s bigger than yours.”

“Doesn’t mean you know how to use it,” he teased, revving his back. “I put mine together myself.”

“You think I can’t pull a motor apart and rebuild it?” I demanded, leaning out of the window so he could see how serious my face was in the moonlight. “I probably know your car better than you do.”

“I won’t argue with that.” His eyes flicked back to the road, his brow creasing with concern. “Uh, we’ve got company.”

We eyed the car that pulled in and parked close by, and I bit back a groan as Cruz’s head popped out of the driver’s side window. “You lose something, Donovan?”

“No.” I snorted, but stiffened when Luna stepped out of the passenger seat. It didn’t make sense as to why she was here, especially with Cruz.

“You’re fucking welcome.” Cruz grinned, giving me a salute. “I’ll add it to my tab.”

“Go fuck yourself, pretty boy,” I threw back, my eyes on Luna as she walked towards me. Turbo eyed me with amusement, telling me he knew exactly who she was. That fucker knew everything and I hated it. “What the fuck are you doing out here? It’s the middle of the night,” I scolded as I climbed from the car, my eyebrows furrowing as I noticed the tiny flinch I got in return. She didn’t look good, her eyes dull as she met my gaze.