He finished his cigarette, motioning for me to follow as he walked towards the front entrance of the hospital. “Yeah, but I think he’s up to something. He’s been bailing at weird times, and some gangster-looking dude was talking to him in the parking lot the other day.”
“Considering you hate being judged for being from the Heights, you’d think you’d know not to judge someone for their appearance,” I said lightly, but I knew Zavier was probably just trying to run drugs between visiting hours.
If Raven found that out, she’d probably have a fucking mental breakdown.
“It’s a habit we pick up from living in our town,” he replied dryly, glancing at me as we reached the elevator. “When someone that looks like they’re part of a gang is hanging around, we know something’s happening. I didn’t say they’re a bad person, but even you can admit what your family does is trouble.”
“True. It’s okay, I’ll threaten Zavier.” I grinned as we stepped inside the elevator. “Is Raven going to throw me out?”
“She’s not here. Zav took her home an hour ago, so you’re safe.”
He filled me in on Reid’s healing process on the way to the private room, and I knew Reid would be losing his shit about it.
He wouldn’t be running around for a long time with his fucked leg, let alone everything else. He’d be getting around like an old man for a while, that was for sure, and he definitely wouldn’t be driving.
We walked into Reid’s room and he gave me a smile. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.” He sounded relieved to see me, making me feel like an even bigger bitch. He probably thought I didn’t give a shit now that he was out of the races.
“How can I forget an ugly face like yours?” I joked, sitting in the chair beside his bed, and pulling my hood off. “How are you feeling?”
He tried to sit up more, grimacing at the pain. “I’ll be doing marathons in no time. How’s my car?”
I cringed. “Uh, it’s fucked. You can probably salvage some of it, but not much. We’ll figure it out though, and you have plenty of time until you can drive again anyway.”
“I’ll drive myself home. You can’t stop me from driving.” He chuckled, but his face fell when I snorted.
“With what car?”
Logan huffed, crossing his arms as he dropped into the chair in the corner. “Even if you had your car, you can’t drive with your leg.”
They bickered like a married couple for ages until I groaned. “You two are ridiculous. You’re lucky to even keep your license.”
Reid frowned, eyeing me suspiciously. “Yeah. How exactly did that happen?”
“You’re welcome.”
“Seriously, how did you manage to stop me getting my ass thrown in prison?”
“I’m a Donovan, I get what I want,” I said seriously, resting my elbows on my knees and leaning forward. “I did what all entitled rich fuckers do. I paid them off. It was a nasty, unfortunate accident. Nothing more. Pretty sure a cougar ran across the road and caused you to crash.”
“Donovan, we don’t have cougars here,” he deadpanned, making me shrug.
“Maybe he was on a drunken adventure? You know how easy it is to end up in weird places when that happens.”
“There’s no way in hell the cops filed the report as a cougar issue.” Logan cackled, the shadows under his eyes lifting slightly as his cheeks brightened. “How much money did you fucking give them to say that?”
“Okay, so maybe the big kitty cat part wasn’t true, but it’s still an accident, and I’m not going to tell you what it cost. You’ll think badly of me,” I said tightly, knowing what people thought of rich pricks throwing their money around as if it was confetti.
“Just how richareyou guys?” Reid grumbled, suspicion in his eyes. “It would’ve cost you thousands for my medical stuff, the car, paying the cops off, and whatever else you’ve paid for.”
“Hundreds of thousands,” I corrected, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. “You’re in a private room with around-the-clock care, and the cops don’t take bribes unless it’s worth the risk of going to prison.”
“Donovan!”
“Just shut the fuck up and saythank you, Riley. You’re my best friend,” I said sweetly, cutting off his argument before he could start.
Logan nudged me, a teasing smirk on his lips. “So, do you give out loans?”
“Bite me, Donahue. Loans are only a way for the rich to get richer by taking advantage of those who are desperate. Loans come with interest, which also leads to missed payments and late fees,” I reeled off, his eyes going wide.