Page 84 of Filthy Liar

“That’s awesome, Rae,” Logan grinned, grabbing his sweat towel and wiping his face before walking towards us. “Proud of you.”

She blushed, and I dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Yeah, that’s really good news.”

Reid blew out a breath, limping into the kitchen with his sweat towel and sitting in a chair to rest his body.

“College, huh? To think you fought me tooth and nail to avoid going to high school, and now you’re voluntarily going to college? Who are you and where did Raven go?” he teased, his playful tone making her laugh.

“I’m shit scared of fucking it up. I’m not good at that kind of stuff.”

“You know we’ll help you,” he promised, taking a gulp of his water.

“Please don’t come to me, you’ll fail your assignments,” Logan joked, motioning to me. “Did you even go to high school? Or are you as useless as me?”

I chuckled, resting my chin on Raven’s shoulder. “I was raised on street smarts, not book smarts. I’m more uneducated than the rest of you.”

“Why don’t you go back to school? Get your GED or something?” Raven suggested.

“There’s not really a career I want that requires an education.”

“You’re going to join the Psychos, aren’t you?” she asked, sounding more curious than defeated by the idea, which was an improvement.

Ander continued cleaning the guns, not hiding the fact he was listening though, while the other two bluntly stared at me to wait for an answer.

“Would you be okay with that?” I asked, tightening my hold on her a little. “You know it’s not something I want if it’s going to upset you.”

“I want you to do something you love, Zav. I’ve seen you around the crew, and there’s a different type of air around you when it happens. If you want it, then I want you to have that,” she answered, tilting her head slightly to look at me. “Make it clear to Slash, though, that you’re not stashing their drugs and guns in our house. Please. I don’t want us to be a target any more than we have to be.”

“I can do that. You sure?” I asked, reaching out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and she took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I get the chance to do what I’ve always wanted to do, so it’s only fair that you can do the same.”

“Does anyone else have any big announcements to make? Or can I go and shower?” Ander asked dryly, putting his gun back together.

“As long as you let me join you,” Raven said innocently, and Ander practically tossed the rest of the gun parts at me and stood.

“Finish that,” he ordered, grabbing Raven’s hand and tugging her to her feet.

“Yes, boss,” I grunted, my lap feeling cold already.

I wanted to be annoyed, but hearing her giggling in the bathroom a moment later was worth it.

“Man, he moves so fucking fast,” Logan huffed, crossing his arms.

“College,” Reid muttered under his breath, an amused chuckle leaving him. “Never saw that coming.”

“You really going to join the Psychos?” Logan asked me with interest.

“Slash wants me to. Some of the others are on the fence about it, but I think they’re warming up to me. Especially after the shit on Tuesday. I was never against being in a crew, I just didn’t want to be dragged into the Hell’s Demons crew,” I answered, putting the rest of the gun together. “What do you guys think? It affects you too, so I want your input.”

“I’m good if Raven is,” Reid shrugged.

“It would bring in better money,” Logan added, thinking about it for a second. “And you seem happy around the Psychos and Devils.”

“They’re good people,” I murmured, and Reid smiled, sucking in a sharp breath as he stretched his legs out.

“They are. Can one of you guys do me a favor and grab me some ice?”

“Fucking told you,” Logan muttered under his breath as he stood, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and bringing it over to him. “Gotta take it slow, dude. That leg’s fragile, and you were a miserable cunt in that wheelchair.”

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