“Got plans with your cute little friend?” Cruz asked, my eyes narrowing. I didn’t want them knowing about Luna. They already knew too much about me, and there was no way I’d let them near her. From the way Cruz was looking at me, I had a feeling he was referring to the video of me and Luna at the party.
When I stayed silent, Stone scoffed. “Nothing to say this time?”
“I don’t feel the need to waste words,” I growled, shoving the Corvette’s door open and giving them no choice but to step back as I climbed out, grabbing my bat before locking the car. “I’m here to pick shit up, not chitchat.”
“You know that video of you and your friend is in my spank bank, right?” Cruz teased as we walked towards the main entrance. “She looks sweet and innocent, but I bet—” I swung my bat at the back of his legs, not enough to break them, but hard enough that it sent him sprawling across the ground. Stone looked at us like we bore him, but Cruz winced as he peered up at me. “You need a warning label.”
I rolled my eyes, continuing to follow Stone inside and leaving his friend where he was, and I was surprised to find it so busy inside. People were everywhere, some cleaning guns while others studied computer monitors.
It was like something out of a fucking spy movie.
“Avert your eyes and mind your own business,” Stone ordered as he shoved open another door, not bothering to hold it open for me as it almost smacked me in the face.
Asshole.
“If you have a girlfriend, I’ll be extremely surprised.” I watched him yank open a closet and pull a bag out. “You’re awfully cranky.”
“I didn’t think you liked wasting words?” he snapped, a slow smirk spreading across my face.
“They’re not wasted if they piss you off.”
He fumed silently, shoving the bag at my chest and almost knocking me over from the force of it. I stumbled, glaring at the back of his head as he stalked across the room, practically yanking the door off its hinges and storming off.
If Beckett got along with him, it was a miracle.
“Fucking dickhead,” I muttered under my breath as I hoisted the bag over my shoulder and managed to open the door despite having my hands full. My bat was annoying sometimes, but I’d never go into weird places without it.
“Let me take that for you.” I glanced to the left to find Cruz, his eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry. Stone’s a prick sometimes.”
I stepped back as he reached for the bag. “I’ve got it. But yes, your friend’s a prick. Definitely single too. If he does have a girlfriend though, send her my way. I’ll save her.”
He chuckled, falling into step beside me as I walked towards the front door. “We’re too busy for relationships.”
“Yeah, I hear you guys steal stuff.”
“Stuff? This isn’t child’s play,” he huffed as if I’d offended him, pushing the door open and holding it for me as I stepped out into the warm sun. “That’s like saying you play with cars.”
“If anyone asks, that’sexactlywhat you tell them too,” I said tightly. Too many people knew my secrets, which was making me nervous.
“Why would someone ask me about you?” he continued lightly, lifting a shoulder in a half shrug. “We don’t hang out.”
“There’s been a lot of close calls this week,” I grunted, opening the trunk and placing the bag inside before slamming it shut. “I’d prefer it if you forgot I existed.”
“I don’t forget a pretty face.”
“You will if I give you brain damage.” I smiled darkly, patting my bat affectionately. “I don’t get to choose where the races are. I’m sorry if you don’t like us tearing up Rawson.”
He eyed me as I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, his hands going to my open doorframe as I lit a cigarette. “I know. How would you like it if we started rolling through Ashburn Valley with our business though?”
I paused, tilting my head in thought before finally shrugging. “To be honest? I don’t give a fuck if you come to my town to steal shit. The only things worth stealing are ours, and good luck getting away with it.”
“Half of Ashburn is fucking loaded,” he said lightly before changing the subject. “Say hey to Donovan… uh, Beckett for me. Tell her I’ll stop by this week for a beer.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by their casual friendship. “You guys actually hang out?”
“Well, sort of.” He grinned and stepped back. “I hang out with Jett and she always happens to be there.”
“I’m not even surprised you two get along,” I muttered, putting the car in gear and blowing smoke at him. “Enjoy your spank bank.”