Page 50 of Frenemies

Harris and his men snorted out a chuckle.

“Sure,” one snickered.

“What are you gonna do with that, sweetheart?” another chimed in. “Stick it up my ass?”

“Why would I do that?” Ava smiled. “You might enjoy it.”

That’s when the three of them got off their bikes and took a few steps closer.

“You should be nice to us,” Harris sang. “We’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.”

My gaze darted back and forth, watching them close in on us. The one with the darkest hair had his eyes locked on Ava.

“I call dibs on the little one. She looks feisty.”

He had no idea how feisty my friend was, and he didn’t get a chance to find out. The second they were within reaching distance, Bailey’s fist shot out, hitting one right in the face. He staggered back, crying out as blood gushed from his nose.

I was too stunned to move or say anything. My Mayberry roommate didn’t just punch some guy in the face—she broke his nose! And she didn’t stop there. Bailey raised her fists and dodged their attack before returning a jab of their own. One guy she knocked out cold.

My jaw dropped as I looked down at his closed eyes and back to her. What the hell? What was she doing in her spare time? Taking secret ninja classes?

Ava’s crazy didn’t even have to kick in to chase these guys off. Bailey spun around, kicked one in the knee, and punched another in the head.

They had enough after that. Grabbing their friend, they took off, leaving his bike behind.

Once they were gone, I gave Bailey a shove. “What the hell was that?”

“I’m the lightweight champion of Minnesota’s women’s division,” she shrugged.

A shrug, really? That’s all she was going to do? Why didn’t she have those trophies in our room? I might’ve asked her if I didn’t hear Ava making vroom, vroom sounds.

Bailey and I both looked over at her sitting on the abandoned bike. Her hands twisted on the handlebars while she focused on some imaginary road and made engine sounds. God help the world if she ever figured out how to start that thing.

Leaving Ava to play on her new toy, I glanced down the road at the fading bikes. If they were bold enough to accost us on a busy street in the middle of the day, what would they do to Chase?

Chase

Blowing out a breath, I lifted my chin and scanned the faded ‘Morin Brother’s Amusement Park’ sign. The ‘I’ in Morin was leaning haphazardly against the ‘N.’ One strong fart, and that shit would come down right on my head. At least it would stop me from doing this stupid shit.

Church ended less than an hour ago. Now, I was sitting on my bike in front of Wilder’s fucked-up version of what he called home. Why? Because I’d convinced everyone that we had enough allies to take on the Reapers. In reality, we only had two allies.

The Order—I would die before asking them for help. And this crazy fuck—who was more likely to shoot me than help me. In fact, I believe that’s exactly what he said the last time I came here. But that was just a threat.

I once again looked up at the sign.

I was definitely getting shot. Fuck it.

Kicking my bike into gear, I rolled through the rusty archway. Beast suggested I send Tanner over here. Every time we sent him over here to dispose of something, he came back with a cup of tea or some kind of treat.

I swear Tanner had a horseshoe shoved up his ass. But as my cousin pointed out, they chose to follow me for a reason. And what kind of Prez would I be if I threw someone else’s ass in the frying pan?

I rolled down the main fairway, making sure to avoid the path leading past the haunted house, where there was a tripwire attached to explosives.

That was only one of the many traps Tanner told me to watch out for—the deeper I got into the park, the less convinced I was that this was a good idea. Wilder could be anywhere. For all I knew, he was in the damn garbage can waiting for me to get close enough to blow my head off.

Ah, who was I kidding? I was close enough for that the second I came in here.

Guess I could count the fact that my heart was still beating as a plus. If Wilder wanted me dead, I’d be dead, right?

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