“You’re moving rich dude drugs? No wonder you’re getting a name for yourself.”
“All drugs are rich dude drugs,” he deadpanned, tapping his fingers against the side of his car and drawing my attention, my eyes clashing with his dark ones.
“And if we get caught? What happens then? I go to jail for drug trafficking while you play innocent?” I laughed lightly, flicking the rest of my cigarette out the window. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No. I just know you like the rush this shit would cause. Your parents might have the Ashburn Valley cops in their pocket, but I have sway with some locals here. Money talks, Donovan. You know that.”
“Just how loaded are you?”
“Are you in?” he asked firmly, apparently sick of my shit.
“One time and I’m out, got it?” I ordered despite the alarm bells going off inside my head, his eyes shining with success.
“Done.”
“Everyone knows my car,” I pointed out, making him shrug.
“So? It’s not like we’re waving a flag around saying we’re moving drugs. We’re less likely to be pulled over if your car’s recognizable.”
“Unless it’s my family who pulls us over,” I grumbled, pulling my hood over my head before starting my engine. “Who’s your contact in Kingslake?”
I didn’t like the way he was looking at me, laughter in his eyes. “You’ll see. Follow me, and make sure yourMommyisn’t tracking your phone.”
I switched my location off, not happy to not know the exact details, but it excited me too. There was something wrong with me.
* * *
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded as I slammed my car door and stalked towards Zavier Lopez with my bat in hand, his eyes widening a fraction before he cursed. We were at some big fancy house in Kingslake, but it was hidden by trees and was secluded. The perfect spot for corrupt rich dudes.
“I should be asking you the same question.”
“I guess you do take after daddy dearest,” I said dryly, eyeing him up and down with disgust. “I take it your friends don’t know about this shit. Especially after the way Reid just exploded at us.”
He frowned, confusion filling his eyes. “The fuck are you talking about? You saw Reid?”
“You put your foot in that one, Donovan.” Turbo chuckled as Zavier’s eyes narrowed.
“What’s she talking about? How do you know him?”
“I guess all the secrets are coming out tonight,” Turbo said as he let out a low whistle, annoyance washing through me.
“You didn't need my help, did you? You just wanted to cause trouble. You’re such a cunt,” I hissed, giving him a shove and causing his lips to kick up into a smirk, giving me my answer. “Let’s get this done so I can get home. I won’t be letting this go any time soon.”
He shrugged, not giving a shit as he walked towards the garage where I could see a few duffle bags were sitting. I glared at his retreating form, but I almost smacked Zavier in the head with my bat as his fingers touched my waist to draw my attention.
“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He cringed, stepping out of my personal space. “Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here? Beckett never mentioned that you guys know Ander.”
“She doesn’t know him, and I don’t want her to know that I do. So keep your big fucking mouth shut, Lopez,” I snapped. Convincing him to keep secrets from her was going to be difficult since I was pretty sure he was in love with her or something. He was that far up her ass.
“You want me to keep shit from her?” he asked bluntly and crossed his arms to watch me.
“So Raven and the others know you're some high-end dealer?” I demanded, his face falling. “That’s what I thought. I’ll stay out of your business if you stay out of mine.”
“Are you going to tell me how you know him then? And how Reid knows him?”
“You don’t want to know,” I warned, but Turbo couldn’t fucking help himself, opening his mouth and letting it all out as he dumped bags in my trunk.
“Reid and Riley are two of my best racers.”