“Yeah, I’m good. A fucking heads up would have been nice, though. We were fucking bait.”
“Yeah, we did the job though.”
“Alex could have died.”
“We all could have died, T.”
“I guess,” he mutters, pulling into the left-hand lane, ready to head back to our side of town.
We only make it a few streets when someone up ahead catches my eye.
“Pull over,” I demand.
“What?” Theo startles, clearly lost in his own head.
“Pull the fucking car over.”
“Why? What have you—" He follows my line of sight, his words faltering as he sees what—or whom—I see. “Seb,” he growls, not happy about our pit stop.
“Fucking pull over.”
“Fine,” he sighs, cutting someone off and screeching to a halt on the side of the road right behind Calli’s Mercedes.