Page 164 of Filthy Liar

She frowned at me, but she did as I told her and her eyes lit up when she saw I was right, and I gave her a wink before moving on to the next easel to see if her friend needed help.

Once I went over everyone’s work and finished my class for the day, I started cleaning up, not surprised when Gregory and Frank vanished, little shits.

“You’re very good at explaining things to people,” Rory mused as she approached, making me snort.

“Not really. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re giving people a safe place to create. That’s a pretty cool thing. The girls were talking about you helping them when they left. You’re giving them a lot of confidence, Raven,” she smiled, eyeing me as I kept cleaning.

“I assume you’re here to tell me something? You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The one where something bad has happened but you’re happy about it in a weird, psychotic way,” I grunted, turning to face her. “What happened?”

“Skeet was visiting one of the Psychos at Fairview Prison this morning,” she started, making me nervous. “Your problem was in the same cell block as one of our guys.”

“He’s not getting out early, is he?” I asked, slight panic growing inside me.

“You know, it was the damndest thing. Apparently, the guy had so much guilt on his conscience that he just couldn’t take it anymore. He was found dead in his cell this morning,” she said almost sweetly, shrugging slightly. “It must have finally pushed him over the edge.”

“Did you have him killed?” I whisper-yelled, but she waved a dismissive hand at me.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. You really think I’d do such a thing? No, that man was troubled. It was one hundred percent suicide,” she said way too sarcastically before turning. “I just wanted to bring you the terrible news. I guess we can’t get revenge on him after all.”

“I was really looking forward to it too,” I deadpanned, making her chuckle.

“I know. Have a good night, Raven. Make sure you get a good sleep and study hard. Diesel’s stopping by your house tomorrow night. He has some painting supplies to donate to you.”

“Thank you!” I called out, and she gave me a wink before striding towards where some kids were still playing darts, her voice sharp.

“Gregory Butler, I need a word with you.”

I smirked, knowing she wasn’t that mad at him. She just had to act like it so he didn’t walk all over her.

It was five by the time I’d cleaned up and the guys were finished for the day, shooing the rest of the kids out so we could lock up for the night.

Ander and Zavier had gone home already to make a start on dinner, and Logan drove his car home while Reid came with me.

“You know what would really make my day?” he mumbled, his eyes closed as I drove.

“What?”

“If you pulled over and crawled onto my lap,” he replied, cracking one eye open to peer at me, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Unless you want me to bend you over the hood again.”

Despite having our own house, we regularly fucked in or on the cars. It was almost like a kink of ours at this point.

We were still living in Rory’s small house, but we’d just bought our own house down the road from Beckett’s that we were picking the keys up for next week. It was a modern home with a massive garage that fit all of our cars, and we all had a bedroom each for space and to store our own things.

It had multiple bathrooms and two living spaces, one upstairs and one downstairs.

The old owner was a mechanic, so the garage was done up with a pit and everything, much to Ander’s delight.

We’d all agreed to turn the upstairs living room into one massive bedroom, while keeping each of the other rooms for our own space, and the kitchen was so fucking nice.

Zavier was going to be in heaven cooking in it.

“I think you can wait until we get home, Mr. Barron,” I teased, groaning when he leaned over and nibbled my ear, his hand sliding down my front.

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