“That’s easy.” Drake grinned, shoveling some of his food into his mouth and dropping a piece of tomato on the table before speaking around his mouthful. “We still fuck girls.”
Knox got to his feet and stalked off, but no one mentioned it or went after him.
I continued to eat my breakfast silently as the guys talked, and once I was finished eating, Cruz led me back to his room. My dress was freshly washed and folded on the bed, surprising me. “Who did that?”
He glanced at the small pile, a snort leaving him. “Probably one of the girls.”
“There’s girls here?” I asked, not hiding the surprise in my tone. I hadn’t seen any, so I’d assumed the Night Thieves were all guys.
“Of course. There’s hundreds of people in our organization, and we don’t discriminate. It’s definitely male-dominant, but there’s a handful of girls here who are some of our top members. They probably heard you were here and snuck in while you were sleeping so you had fresh clothes. Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay,” I said quickly, not wanting him to think I was ungrateful, even if it made me uncomfortable to think someone had been able to sneak in while I was asleep.
I sat on the edge of the bed, touching the fabric of my dress with a sigh. I wouldn’t be able to look at it without thinking about Riley banging me on the hood of her car.
“You okay?” Cruz asked gently as he lowered himself onto the bed beside me, drawing my attention. “You haven’t mentioned much about last night.”
“There’s not much to say,” I mumbled, holding his gaze. “I asked her to choose me over racing, and she couldn’t.”
“I don’t know her that well, but I don’t think she’s intentionally selfish. She’s just not used to having to think about other people. She’s been racing for years, Luna. I’m not saying you’re wrong, but some people just need to be eased into things,” he replied lightly. “You definitely shouldn’t have been in that car with her though. Who’s idea was that?”
My shoulders sagged, my voice soft. “Mine. She was against it, but I really wanted to see why she liked it so much. We’d had an amazing night, but it was ruined. Those races are terrifying.”
He gave me a small smile, hesitating before reaching out to playfully tug on the ends of my hair. “It takes a lot to scare a Donovan from what I’ve heard. If fear is keeping her going, I get it. I get a rush out of my hobbies too.” His touch didn’t bother me since I felt like we’d formed a friendship at Beckett’s but I was grateful when he pulled his hand away, not letting his touch linger or making it weird.
I shuffled back on the bed more and placed my feet on the mattress, resting my chin on my knees as I watched him. I didn’t want to talk about Riley anymore, I wanted to get to know him better. It was the least I could do since he seemed to give a shit about me. “What hobbies do you have?”
“If you ask Stone, we do surveillance and protection. In reality though? We’re trained thieves. Don’t tell him I told you that. It’s a bit obvious though when everyone calls us the Night Thieves, not that they know it's actually us.”
“You steal things for fun?” I asked in disbelief, but he gave me a cocky smirk.
“Technically, yes, but it’s our job. People pay us obscene amounts of money to break into places and steal shit. Sometimes we steal things just for us, but usually, we’re hired to. Rare paintings, jewelry, artifacts, and the occasional car. It honestly depends on the job.”
“You enjoy that?” I scoffed, and he rubbed his hands together with dramatic glee.
“It’s the best rush. There’s always a chance we’ll get caught and end up back in prison, but I think that’s half the fun.”
I stared at him for a moment before blowing out a breath and shaking my head. “You people are weird. I swear I’m the only normal person I know. Everyone’s an adrenaline junkie or enjoys the chance to go back to prison.”
He laughed and then nudged me. “What do you like then? You must have something you enjoy.”
“To be honest, I usually just do what other people are doing. I hang out with Riley and my cousin, Landon, or I’m at home with my family. I only go to the shed to watch the cage fighting because of Riley. I don’t have something that’s just my thing, you know? I like cars, but not as much as Riley. Apart from studying, I guess the only other thing I do is watch romantic comedy movies,” I said, sounding confused. I’d never noticed how much I followed people around instead of finding things I enjoyed.
“Maybe you and Riley needed some time apart so you could find yourself, so to speak,” he suggested. “Everyone needs a hobby.”
“I’m not getting back with her,” I stated bluntly, narrowing my eyes at him. If he was only helping me to try and convince me to forgive Riley, he was going to be sadly mistaken.
“You don’t have to, but take this time to find something you enjoy doing. If you want to learn guitar, I can help with that,” he said with a grin, relaxing me slightly. “If it’s art or something you want to try though, you’re on your own. I don’t have a single artistic bone in my body.” I chewed on my lip as I tried to think of something I could do, but came up blank. I didn’t have many interests. “Stop that,” he murmured before pulling my lip from my teeth. “You don’t have to think of something right now.”
“I’ve always been her shadow,” I answered with defeat as his face softened.
“You’re not. You’d be surprised how bright you shine if you actually took a long, hard look.”
“You think?” I asked hopefully, and even if he was full of shit, I appreciated him trying to cheer me up.
He tucked my hair behind my ear before tickling me under the chin to make me smile. “I know.”
When the door opened, I assumed it was going to be Drake, so I wasn’t expecting Beckett and Riley.