“Go! Get in the car!” someone else shouted, but I was too far gone to make out the voice.
I darted around the corner, down the street, and then I took another quick left, racing into one of the quieter, less ostentatious neighborhoods as I tried to lose the cop.
I didn’t know if he was after me, but hopefully he would think I’d kept going down Breckinridge.
I ran as fast as I could, pushing with every muscle in my legs, the crowbar in one hand and the jewels in another.
Noah didn’t live far from here, so I could make it to his house.
Shit! What the hell had I done?
No matter how much I covered my face, somebody was still bound to recognize me, not to mention to cameras around the store. And then I’d have to return this shit, and my mother would know.
I ran hard, the cool air pouring in and out of my lungs as sweat glided down my back.
“Rika! Get in!” a voice yelled behind me.
I spun around, seeing Kai with his head stuck out the window as Michael raced his G-class up the dark street.
He slowed alongside me, and I shot out, grabbing the door handle and opening it. I jumped inside and slammed the door. Michael laid on the gas and sped down the street.
“Woo hoo!” Kai slid the top half of his body out of his window, screaming into the night air.
“You robbed your own fucking store, Rika!” Will laughed and grabbed fistfuls of my sweatshirt, shouting into my face. “You’re the fucking king, baby!”
He released me, hysterical with laughter and smiles.
Tipping his head back, he howled up to the roof of the car, the rush of fear and excitement probably too much.
I breathed hard, heat overcoming my entire body, and I felt like I was going to throw up.
I glanced at the rearview mirror, running my hand through my hair in worry, and seeing Michael staring at the road with a small smile on his face. He raised his eyes, as if knowing I was watching him, and I could see something different there.
Maybe respect, or maybe awe.
Or maybe he finally thought I was worth a damn.
I dropped my eyes, forcing myself to relax, a small smile finally peeking out.
“Thanks,” a low voice said behind me.
I turned my head to see Damon, his arms resting on the top of the back seat as he stared at me.
I nodded, knowing that probably wasn’t a word he said often.
“Yo, turn it up!” Will shouted. “That’s her. Monster.”
He flashed me a smile as Skillet’s Monster filled the car, pumping through my veins.
Will started singing, then slid out of his seat, and I shook with laughter as he straddled me, giving me a lap dance to the music.
“To the warehouse,” he commanded, holding out his fist. “Let’s get fucked up.”
Present
I GRIPPED THE STEERING WHEEL, racing down the dark highway as I held the phone to my ear.
“Mom, where the hell are you?” I burst out, my heart thundering in my chest.