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I was close to being in survival mode here.
And thinking...Race had just changed his location. If his mom was here, he was still in Roussou.
"Okay." I started back to my Jeep. "Thanks, Alex."
He waited until I was just in front of it, then called after me, raising his voice, "You fucking him?"
I stopped, my back to him.
He did that on purpose, wanting the rest of his crew to hear him. It was a call to action. Get in gear, little kiddies. Time to stop playing. It's a different kind of playtime now.
When I turned around, I wasn't surprised to find most of them heading our way. I began counting, guessing there were twelve here, maybe a few still in the pool.
Fake it, Bren.
So I did. I raised my chin, meeting his gaze square. "That's none of your business, if I were."
His shoulders fell back and whatever sick excitement he was getting from this conversation went up a full notch.
Those odds were so damn bad. He was safe, surrounded by his, while mine were absent.
