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He smirked, starting the car and turning the headlights on. They lit up the field in front of us, shining off parked cars and drunk people as they looked in our direction, but my eyes were on Beckett. Her fists were clenched by her sides, and I didn’t miss the gun in Zane’s hand as he glanced at her, motioning to it.

If he thought I’d put up with being shot at to stop me from leaving, he’d have another thing coming.

Turbo revved the engine and gave them a wave out his window, driving towards the road carefully, not wanting to run anyone over. I noticed Landon leaning against his car with Jett and Logan, and I called out a goodbye to them so they knew I was leaving on my own accord.

Landon would probably call the cops and say Turbo kidnapped me.

“Hey! Where the fuck are you going?” Jett demanded, glancing back from where we’d come. Beckett was probably following us to try and stop me from leaving.

“We’re going to go party,” I answered with a grin. “No, you can’t come.”

“Is this about Luna? Because…”

“What about her?” I snapped, not surprised when Turbo sighed and braked to let me talk. “She went home with her boyfriend. Am I supposed to just sit here in case she comes back?”

Logan scowled, stepping towards my door and resting his hands on the top of the frame to lean in. “How drunk are you?”

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his head through the window, speaking quietly so the others didn’t hear me. “I’m safe with Turbo, and you know it.”

“Where are you going?” he asked, pretending like he didn’t hear me. “I don’t need Beckett flipping out and going on a murder spree.”

“Oh, so this is about Beckett? I guess this is you showing your loyalty card.” I pushed him back out the window, my chest tightening. I wasn’t usually sensitive about this kind of thing, but I was a little drunker than I thought.

I’d assumed Logan and Reid were more my friends by now than Beckett’s, but apparently, I was wrong.

“Dammit, Riley. It’s not like that,” he said quietly, but I didn’t want to hear it. I put my window up like a child and turned to Turbo. “Let’s go.”

He smirked, revving his car loudly, the sound bouncing around the field from the volume of it. “Shots and titties it is then.”

He floored it, the vodka threatening to come back up at the sudden violent surge as I was thrown back in my seat, a light laugh leaving him as he pumped the clutch and spun the wheel, causing us to slide sideways out onto the main road before he put his foot down hard, sending us flying along the road.

Beckett was probably freaking the fuck out, and if I was sober, I probably would’ve felt bad for scaring her. Yes, she seemed like a reckless driver, but she only pushed her car as much as she knew she could handle. She didn’t trust Turbo to keep me safe, that much I knew.

He drove like a maniac until we reached the docks, and he gave me a wide smile when he finally parked and glanced at me. “How long until your sister shows up?”

“She won’t. I’ve turned my location off.”

“Turn the whole phone off.” He glanced over at me like I was stupid. “I’ve told you before, that app isn’t what keeps you hidden.”

“If you wanted to hide, you should’ve told me. Lexi always tells Mom when I’m here, and she’ll definitely call her once she sees I’m with you,” I threw back, opening the door and climbing out, keeping my bat in my grip. “I thought you were busy tonight anyway?”

He followed, giving me a wink. “No offense, but I just didn’t want to hang out with your sister.”

“I don’t blame you. You probably had an appointment with her knife,” I said seriously as we walked through the door, the Reapers that were on security giving Turbo a once-over. They’d know who he was, but since he was with me, they didn’t say anything.

I walked up to the bar, leaning my arm against it to get the bartender's attention, not surprised to see that Angel was on shift. “Hey! Two tequila shots and…” I glanced over my shoulder at Turbo, making him snort.

“Scotch. Neat.”

I turned back to Angel, relaying what he wanted. “Scotch, neat, and vodka on the rocks.”

Angel ran her gaze over me before doing the same to Turbo, her voice hard to hear over the music that pumped from the stage as two naked girls put on a show.

“Who’s your friend?”

“None of your business,” I replied, waving my credit card at her to hurry her along. She rolled her eyes, making our drinks silently before pushing them towards us.

“Penny’s here tonight if you were after a dance,” she stated, motioning towards the back of the room to where a smaller stage was. Penny was grinding on the pole in nothing but a thong as she kept her audience entertained.