Page 63 of Filthy Liar

“I know. We’ll all stick together, promise.” He looked down at me, giving me a small smile. “I’m surprised you're walking.”

“Would you shut up?” I whisper-yelled, knowing it was loud enough for people close by to hear from the way Ander snickered. The guy who owned the truck definitely heard if Ander did.

“You won’t be by the end of the night,” Zavier continued as if I’d said nothing, and I scowled as I pulled my hand from his.

“You’ll be in the corner watching from time-out if you’re not careful, Lopez.”

“Sounds horrible,” he deadpanned. Of course, I’d threatened the wrong guy with that.

Watching wasn’t going to be a chore for him.

“You won’t get to come,” I blurted out, my face heating as he grinned, the truck owner choking from somewhere inside.

“Smooth, Rae,” Ander said with amusement, pulling cash out of his pocket to hand to the guy.

Logan appeared to grab his food and drink, side-eyeing me. “Did I just hear you say?—”

“Shut up or you’ll be in time-out too,” I snapped, snatching my popcorn and drink, intending on stalking off ahead, but Reid hooked an arm around my neck to stop me.

“No running off. We can punish them later.”

“We? Kiss ass,” Logan muttered, giving him the stink eye.

We all walked back to the car together, much to my annoyance, but it was difficult to stay mad when I could hear their commentary behind me as Reid and I walked ahead.

“That ass puts all the other asses to shame,” Logan sighed, and I knew he was completely full of shit because I didn’t even really have an ass.

I’d definitely been putting weight on, we’d been eating a lot more lately, but it wasn’t enough to give me a dump-truck ass or anything.

“Should’ve made her wear a shirt with our faces on it so people know she’s taken,” Zavier added thoughtfully.

“They’ll know when I wave a gun in their faces,” Ander said under his breath, and I had to shove some popcorn in my mouth to hide my smile.

“Dib’s being in the back with Rae,” Logan said the second we got back to the car, and Reid glared at him.

“She’s in the front with me. It’s my car.”

“If you two fight about this, I’m not going to wait for you to throw punches before I shoot you both,” Ander warned, tilting his head at me. “Where do you want to sit, Bluebird? You pick a spot and the guys can get over it.”

“I’m happy to sit in the back. Toss a fucking coin for all I care,” I shrugged, picking at the popcorn. “I’m just here for this shit. It’s been ages since I had good popcorn.”

Ander raised an eyebrow at the guys, and they all seemed to have a silent conversation for a second before Logan and Zavier put their hands up to sit in the front.

Ander opened the door so I could slide into the middle of the back seat, leaving him and Reid to sit on either side of me.

Logan fiddled with the radio to tune into the audio for the movie, while Zavier continued scanning our surroundings. I wanted him to be able to relax and watch the movie too, but I knew that was unlikely.

The movie we’d picked was a romantic comedy, and we spent most of it in hysterics while choking on popcorn.

“I need to pee,” I grumbled, the soda sitting heavy in my bladder. “Let me out.”

“Will you be okay alone?” Reid asked, frowning a little.

“It’s right there. You can watch me walk in,” I said dryly, nudging him. “I’m seriously going to piss my pants, dude.”

He grumbled about me calling him dude, but told Zavier to climb out so they could put the seat forward to let me out, and I made my way over to the toilet block and quickly slipped inside to pee. Only one stall was free, so I locked myself inside to relieve myself, halting as I stepped out to wash my hands to find some guy blocking the door and Stefano fucking Ricci waiting for me by the sink.

I’d seen enough photos of him from news articles by now to know his face anywhere.

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