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“Rage’s son? From the Kings’ Crew? Why is Beckett friends with him? Isn’t he unhinged or something?”

“Yeah, just like Beckett,” I deadpanned, fixing my pant leg when she was done. “Trust me, stay away from Zane.”

“Fine. All of you get out so I can get changed,” she huffed, crossing her arms as she stood and none of us moved. “Are you deaf?”

“Nope,” Drake grinned, running his eyes down her body. “Strip, baby. I’m waiting.”

Normally, she’d strip without hesitation, so seeing her cringe and cross her arms more tightly, pissed me off. Her father had done that.

I reached out and forcefully but carefully pulled her shirt over her head, stepping against her and placing my hands on her bare waist as her cheeks turned pink.

“C’mon, I don’t date weak bitches, so show me how strong you are.”

“We’re dating?” she asked with surprise, and I could feel Cruz and Drake staring at me with amusement. I wasn’t going to let them embarrass me. I wanted her, so I was claiming her.

“Yeah, Whitlock, and I fucking hate whiney, needy girls, so toughen up a little so we can go.”

“Yes, Sir,” she smiled, my dick hardening.

So much for staying mad at her.

Chapter Nine

Penn

I clung to the fence as I watched Beckett race, a gasp leaving me as the purple Mustang started sliding on the corner. Cruz chuckled, moving behind me and sliding his arms around my middle. “She’s doing it on purpose, don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry? Her tires are losing traction!” I hissed as she barreled towards the next corner, her car going sideways again. “How is she not crashing?”

“Beckett is a phenomenal driver. She’s the best driver I’ve ever seen. If she can show off her drifting skills, she will.”

“Can you drive like that?”

“I can control a drift, but I don’t have even half the skills that Beckett does. C’mon, let’s go meet her at the finish line,” he grinned, taking my hand to lead me to where a small crowd had gathered. Drake and Knox were already there with Maddox and Jett, and Jett gave me a fake pout.

“Why won’t you accept my friend request? I thought we were buddies now?”

“Do you want her to die?” Cruz asked dryly, keeping me close. “Lopez has been teaching her girl code.”

“Why does he care about that? He doesn’t care about bro code when he’s running around with everyone’s girlfriends. If Beckett’s not running riot with Evans, she’s with Lopez. A real bro would get a new bestie and leave my damn girlfriend alone,” Jett huffed, and Maddox rolled his eyes.

“What are you complaining about? They occupy her when she’s in a mood so she doesn’t beat us up. Pick your battles, man.”

“You like it when she gets rough with us,” Jett argued, motioning to Drake. “Knox throws you around and you love it. It’s like that, but with tits in my face.”

I zoned them out as they bantered between themselves, my eyes on Beckett as she sped towards the finish line. Her competition was way behind so it was obvious who was going to win.

I pulled away from Cruz as she screeched to a halt by the crowd, making my way towards her with a smile. She assessed me for a moment as if trying to figure out whether to be nice or not, then she opened the door and climbed out, giving me a nod.

“Hey. I’m a little surprised to see you here.”

“The guys wanted to come. I was hoping Ander was here, he promised me a ride in his car,” I grumbled, her eyes sliding towards the guys as she replied.

“He’s here, but if you think your guys’ egos would cope with you being in Lavaro’s car playing passenger princess, you’re mistaken. If you want a ride, you’re better off asking one of the girls.”

“How about you?”

She chuckled, giving me her attention again. “I’m not part of your little pony show. Maybe you need to convince Cruz to get a proper race car, it’s not like he can’t afford it.”

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