Page 4 of Dirty Secrets

“Beckett’s about to leave,” Riley Donovan piped up from beside Reid, her baseball bat tightly in her grip as always, and her wavy, blonde hair poking out of her hood. She might not have been a member of the local gangs like half her family were, but that didn’t mean the girl wasn’t scrappy.

Especially, if you looked at her girlfriend, Luna Hendricks, the wrong way.

I didn’t mind her older sister, Beckett, despite her being terrifying. She was best friends with Zavier and had been around a lot over the past year.

Logan looked torn, but he sighed, pulling away from the girl like it was the most difficult choice he’d ever made. “I’ll take you guys home.”

The girl openly glared at me as if I was her competition, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t feel threatened by me, he’s only into skanks, you’re safe. I’m not his type.”

Reid snorted, trying not to look amused but failing. “Put your claws away, Rae.”

“If she’s coming back to the house tonight, make sure you shove your cock down her throat to keep her quiet. I don’t want to hear it,” I said bitterly, nudging Zavier with my elbow. “C’mon, let’s go find Beckett. I’d hate to drag Logan away from hisprizefor the evening.”

“I don’t mind,” Logan insisted, but I ignored him and started walking in the direction of the purple Mustang with Zavier right behind me.

“You could’ve accepted Logan’s offer,” he chuckled, his arm brushing mine as he scanned the crowd around us. I’d gotten lazy with being aware of my surroundings, since the guys always looked out for me, so I forced myself to do the same.

“He’s only offering because he feels like he has to,” I answered.

“Believe it or not, but Logan would rather make sure you get home safely than get his dick wet.”

“Lately, I don’t think that’s the case,” I sighed, leaning into Zavier as he put an arm around my shoulders.

“Trust me. He likes pussy, but he loves you. You’re family and his best friend,” he encouraged, the crowd thinning the closer to Beckett we got. She was leaning against the side of her car as she talked to her brother, Maddox, their eyes both watching their surroundings.

Well, they’d started dating a year ago and he was adopted, so calling him her brother was weird. She was also dating her other brother’s best friend, Jett Emerson, just to keep things interesting.

“Hey, Donovan. Can you give us a ride home when you leave?” Zavier asked as we reached them, her green eyes landing on me with amusement.

Where Riley was blonde, Beckett had black hair, thanks to their different bio dads.

“Sick of watching the live porn show that Logan’s putting on? I don’t blame you,” she joked, assessing me as Maddox gave us an annoyed once-over as he raked a hand through his messy brown hair.

“Why can’t the guys take you? They have two cars here,” he grumbled, his irritated blue eyes flicking to Zavier. “Why the fuck can’t you borrow one and take your girl home?”

“I’m not their girl,” I bit out, and Beckett waved a dismissive hand at me.

“Ignore him, he’s being an asshole because he lost his race against me tonight. I can take you home. Reid and Logan really won’t hand over their keys?”

“They both haven’t finished racing for the night. Logan offered, but his tongue’s too busy searching down some skank's throat,” I deadpanned, making her snicker.

“Sorry, your buddy’s a whore. I’m happy to swing past the Heights, honestly. I suppose Lopez is coming too?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s in the back then. Girls in the front,” she smirked, and as much as Zavier pretended to be offended, he wasn’t. He always let me sit in the front.

We climbed in and Beckett said something to Maddox before he walked off, and I relaxed once we were driving towards the gate.

“How do you get your guys to let you do stuff alone?” I asked once we were on the road, and Beckett laughed.

“They know I’ll stab them if they get in my way. Carry a knife, it makes all the difference.”

“Don’t tell her that,” Zavier groaned, but Beckett smiled a little sadistically at him over her shoulder.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t be into it. I bet you’d love a bit of knife play.”

I scoffed, giving her the side-eye. “We’re just friends, Donovan. Don’t make it weird. Also, I always have a knife on me. Depending on the day, sometimes I have a gun too.”

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