He glanced between Ryder and Lucas, then settled his gaze on Maggie. They needed to talk. Like,reallytalk.
“Don’t shoot each other,” he said and grabbed Maggie’s hand, dragging her out of the room with him.
He didn’t stop until they reached the empty common room. He let go of Maggie’s hand to turn around and stare at her in disbelief.
“What the hell? You and Ryder? Since when?”
Maggie dropped her head back with a loud sigh.
“It’s complicated.”
He arched a brow at her, head cocked to the side. “What about all those other guys?”
Maggie shook her head, eyes rolling.
“The fucker kept telling the others to beat it. He was the first one I hooked up with at the bar and he made sure he was the only one after that.”
Akio frowned at her and said, “But I didn’t see you with?”
“I went there with one of my girlfriends after you’d taken me there a few times. That’s when I hooked up with Ryder.”
He crossed his arms as he went over her words. Neither of them had been arrested, which probably meant they’d been together and had gotten away together as well.
“How long have you been his old lady without telling me?”
Maggie spluttered.
“I amnothis anything,” she said, voice snappy. “I’m way too young to settle down and he just wants a lawyer he doesn’t have to pay for, anyway.”
Akio arched a brow at her. “He’s a bit early out if that’s the case.”
Maggie’s brows lowered and she gave him a peevish look.
“What? You’re not done with college for a few months and then you’ve got at least three years of law school.”
When she sighed and rolled her eyes, he couldn’t help but laugh. He linked his arm with hers and tugged her back down the hallway.
“We should probably check on our trigger-happy guys.”
“Yourguy is gorgeous,” Maggie said.
A groan pushed past his lips. “Don’t even.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lucas
HIS HEART wasn’t happy as he watched Akio disappear out the door. His FBI training was screaming at him that he wasn’t safe with Ryder in the room. His gut was telling him the opposite. That Ryder cared too much about Akio and Maggie to do something stupid.
“Family friend, huh? Is that what they call it nowadays?”
He shook his head, wondering if the amount of paperwork he’d have to do would be worth shooting Ryder.
“It’s not like that,” he said through gritted teeth.
Ryder leaned a shoulder against the wall, one brow cocked and an infuriating smile on his lips. “That so?”
“I’m a friend of Chris and Diesel’s.”