“Baby, it’s gonna take a bomb to divert attention away from you,” Shank said, laughing. “Because you da bomb. Get it?”
She rolled her eyes and walked around to the driver’s side of her car. “I don’t care what you do. Fuck with his business interests or whatever. Just be careful. Dude is one dangerous motherfucker.”
He placed a hand over his heart. “You worried about me, angel?”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but smiled. “Just don’t get caught.”
He nodded, his eyes dropping to her chest. “You gonna owe me for this one.”
She shivered and crossed her arms. She would never in a million years give Shank what he really wanted from her. Not ever happening. “Don’t worry, I can pay you.”
He nodded and stalked toward his own car, a ’69 Dodge Charger. How she missed that beauty in the shadows she did not know. His car was what had originally drawn them together. She’d boosted it when she was twenty-three. He’d hunted it down at her shop before she got a chance to flip it. In return for her life, she’d had to boost three more cars and give him the profits. She’d gotten to know the weird psycho and his crew in the process. He fell a little in love with her, but she was able to keep him at arm’s length. Thank goodness he lived in a different county. He was one scary son-of-a-bitch when he wanted to be.