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“And?”

“Andhe tore out of there sideways like hellhounds were on his ass, and you were drunk as fuck.” He smiled tightly. “I don’t like him. Sorry.”

“You’re a petty bitch.”

“I’m just worried about you.” He sighed dramatically before narrowing his eyes when I glanced at Marco.

“You know, while we’re all concerned for each other, I think it’s time we shipped Ry off to rehab. I saw him shoving powder up his nose last night like he was storing it for the winter.”

“Where?” Ryder demanded, glaring at me as I replied with a straight face.

“Off a set of tits.Beforeyour race.”

“Ryder,” Diesel bit out. “You said you’d stopped.”

“I’m going out,” Ryder announced as if that would stop him from getting in trouble, shoving back from the table and stomping towards the door, slamming it behind him.

Everyone looked back at me, and I shrugged. “What? He shouldn’t throw stones while sitting in his fancy-ass, glass house. I’m not afraid to smash it.”

Slash rubbed his temples, his voice flat. “You kids are turning me gray.”

“Hey, at least you don’t have to worry about unplanned babies with me.” I smiled sweetly, turning to Luna who was silently picking at her food. “We’ll get my car from the track and I’ll take you home so you and Hendricks can get your things. I’d offer to come along, but I have a feeling he won’t let me.”

She snorted, the hint of a smile on her lips. “You think?”

“I’m going to get the Supra fixed today too, so I’ll…”

“It’s fixed,” Hunter said as he got to his feet, making me frown.

“Since when?”

“Since two days ago. Tell your friend he’s getting the bill next time.”

“He was going to fix it for me,” I huffed. “But thank you for doing it.”

He eyed me, looking ready to argue, but he simply nodded. “You’re welcome. Behave today.”

“Always.”

“Fucking liar,” he grumbled under his breath as he leaned down to give Mom a kiss, saying goodbye to everyone else before heading to the warehouse.

Skeeter was still eyeing me, and I waited to finish my food before meeting his gaze again. “What?”

“I don’t trust that Lavaro kid. I’ve asked around, and he seems to be a lone wolf. He’s got a lot of connections, but he doesn’t seem to have an inner circle. I don’t know if that makes him cocky or stupid.”

“He’s got businesses to run. He doesn’t have time for much else,” I said lightly, waving dismissively. “You know what it's like to be at the top. There’s always someone who wants to use you or knock you down. He simply doesn’t risk it by trying to let people in.”

“I didn’t think you two talked business.” He scowled at me and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I finished my coffee.

“We talk about lots of stuff, but he knows I have zero interest in being part of it. If I wanted to be involved in that kind of thing, I’d join the Devils. Drugs, guns, and fistfights don’t do shit for me.” I was such a fucking liar sometimes, but they couldn’t find out about my involvement.

Diesel gave me a fake, dirty look. “You’d join the Devils? Why not the Psychos?”

I smirked, motioning to Marco’s Devil’s jacket. “Because it looks cooler.”

“Fuck yeah, it does,” Marco replied, leaning over the table to give me a high five.

Mom rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Luna. “Do you need a hand today getting your things? Is Stanley likely to be civil?”