Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LOGAN
I slept like absolute shit. Did I really want to be having a baby right now among the chaos? No, but for a second, I felt this stupid spark of hope that was crushed in seconds all over again.
I thought everyone had gone to sleep so I could purge my emotions alone, but I should’ve known Raven and Reid wouldn't allow me to suffer alone.
Reid was right, we weren’t ready for kids, but it still sucked to hear.
Lips pressed against my jaw as I laid on my back, Raven’s sleepy voice reaching me a second later. “Morning, baby.”
“Morning. Keep going south if you want,” I chuckled, cracking my eyes open and tilting my head to see her.
“Are you feeling needy?”
“Always.”
She flashed me a naughty smile that instantly had my cock waking the fuck up, and my abs flexed as she slid her hand across them on her way down to my groin. Her fingers wrapped around me, and I let out a shaky breath as my muscles tightened with anticipation.
I would’ve loved to take our time with loads of foreplay, but I wanted to have her all to myself for five seconds before the guys woke up and wanted to join in.
As if knowing my thoughts, she leaned forward to kiss me, swinging her leg over me so she was straddling my waist.
When had she kicked off her panties?
Her pussy was hot and wet against me, and I cursed quietly at knowing she was already dripping for me. I hadn’t even touched her yet.
“You going to fuck me, Rae?” I murmured, looking up at her through hooded eyes, her hair falling around her face as if to hide from everyone but me.
“Yeah, baby,” she said as she lifted slightly to line my cock up with her pussy. Apparently, she wanted some alone time too because the second I groaned as she sank over me, her hand clamped down over my mouth to silence me.
Her hips rolled slowly, her hand staying on my mouth as she rocked, and I fought the urge to grab her waist and slam up into her. Lazy morning sex was good, especially when Raven was in charge.
She changed direction and whimpered as my cock hit the right spot, and I slid a hand between us to find her clit. Her thighs tensed a fraction, and her hand fell away from my mouth as she leaned back to give me better access.
“You look so good riding me,” I praised, her cheeks flushing. “You going to soak my dick, baby? Make a mess on me. I want to hear how wet you are.”
“Me too,” Reid mumbled from beside me, making me glance over to find him lying awake with his eyes pinned on Raven. She hesitated, slowing her movements, and he tsked her. “Don’t stop. Show me how you like to fuck him.”
It was obvious that he was going to let us fuck alone for now, and I had zero issue with him spectating.
Raven’s eyes flicked to mine, some of her confidence falling at the extra set of eyes on her.
My hand snaked out and I wrapped my fingers around her throat, thrusting slightly to make her focus on me. “He told you to fuck me, Raven.”
Her pussy clenched at my command, her hips getting back into a better rhythm as I pulled her down for a kiss, the grinding turning into more of a bounce. It was hard to maneuver my hand like this, but I could still flick my finger back and forth on her clit, her breathing turning choppy as she got closer to her orgasm.
I needed her pleasure like a damn drug, wanting to give her that high more than anything.
I released her throat, urging her to sit back with her hands on my thighs, and when she came I only worked her clit faster, her shriek definitely waking the other two up as she squirted.
“Today’s going to be a good day, I can feel it,” Ander mumbled, rubbing his eyes and rolling over to take in Raven’s expression.
She was flushed, a light sheen of sweat coating her brow, and she was panting like she’d run a marathon.
“Guess you can make me squirt after all,” she mumbled, giving me a sly smile.
“I can make you do it again if you want to be cheeky,” I warned, swatting her ass.
“The bed’s wet.”
“It’s about to get wetter, I promise,” I chuckled, lifting my knees to make her tumble forward. “You want more?”
She nodded, her cheeks turning pinker by the second.
“You want me to fuck that tight little ass?” Reid asked, raising an eyebrow when she nodded again. “Say it.” She squirmed, and he reached out to pull her hair back gently so he was holding it all in his hand. “Raven, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she said with embarrassment.
We’d have to work on that. I wanted her to be able to ask us for anything with confidence, knowing we’d give it to her without question.
“And?” he nudged, already pulling the blanket back and kicking his boxers off.
There was a beat of silence before she replied, her voice firmer this time. “And spank me.”
“Such a good girl,” he replied, rolling over to grab the lube.
Zavier yawned and got up to pee, and Ander took the opportunity to spread out a little as he stroked himself under the blanket.
“Bluebird, you’re killing me here. No one should be that fucking hot,” he groaned, earning a small smile in return.
“Trust me, I want that pierced cock in me too.”
A deep growl left him, his hand working faster, and Reid knew better than to take his time or he’d lose his turn to Ander, so he hurried up and got into position behind Raven.
Raven’s nails dug into my chest from whatever Reid was doing, her mouth dropping open with a moan as I felt him push inside. Her pussy tightened as he filled her ass, and I loved how she held my gaze the whole time.
“Relax, baby. Good, just like that. You’re doing so good for us,” I murmured, my words having the desired effect as she practically melted for me.
“Fuck,” Reid grunted, gripping her hips as he pulled out before pushing back in again, his eyes cast down to watch himself disappear into her ass.
Ander got impatient and stood on the mattress, fisting his cock in her face. “Open, Bluebird.”
Her pussy clenched as she did as she was told, a wet gag leaving her as he forced himself down her throat. Reid shot me a look, and I gave him a small shake of my head.
If Raven didn’t like something, she’d stop. It wasn’t up to us to tell them what to do, and I knew for a fact that Reid got rough with her too.
I was pretty sure Ander had lost all his control as he slammed down her throat, but she just choked and gagged, not trying to pull away. With every rough thrust he gave her, her body tightened around me and Reid, making us both groan.
We found the right rhythm, all three of us using her body like a fucking rag doll as she just sat there and took it. Ander’s fingers threaded through her hair and pulled slightly, a panicked sound leaving her.
She wasn’t scared, she was on the verge of coming, and it was going to be hard.
“You need to come?” Reid asked, his palm cracking across her ass sharply and making her shriek. Well, she tried too, but the cock in her mouth made it difficult.
“Good little sluts get to come, don’t they, baby?” Ander gritted out as he thrust deep enough to choke her again. “You like me calling you a slut, Raven? Your eyes just dilated.”
She mumbled around him but he didn’t let her take a break.
“She’s so fucking tight,” I said, her walls gripping my cock like a vise. “I definitely think she likes it.”
“Always knew she’d be a dirty girl,” Zavier chuckled as he reappeared, sitting on the bed to watch. “Look at you taking three dicks at once. I’m going to bust in my damn boxers.”
Reid’s hand slapped her ass once, twice, then a third time in rapid succession, sending her over the edge. I came with her, my body trembling from how hard it was.
She fell onto my chest as Ander released her, most likely because he was worried about her damn teeth from the way she was jerking around, and I wrapped both arms around her tightly as my thrusts became slower.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear, and I was pretty sure she said it back despite it only being in half English. She was breathing hard, her face in my neck as we all stopped moving and she coughed from screaming.
We were already covered in both our cum, so I didn’t give a shit about messing up the bed as I kissed her temple and motioned for Reid to pull her back so I could wriggle out from under her.
She instantly fell forward onto my vacated spot, continuing to cough as Reid gritted his teeth from her ass clenching around him.
“Ugh, I’m leaking cum so bad,” she forced out as she tried to catch her breath, making me grin.
“Not even sorry. I’ll get you some water.”
Ander dropped down beside her, stroking her hair from her face to talk quietly to her, most likely checking in with her.
I wandered naked into the kitchen, grabbing her a glass of water and a straw before returning to her, and I made sure to hold it while she took a few sips. Reid was still buried in her ass, his hands sliding up and down her spine.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, fully prepared for her to tap out, but she shook her head as she finished her mouthful of water.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay, well tell me if that changes,” he warned as he pulled her ass up a little more, easing out of her then sliding back in slowly. She whimpered, her cheek pressed into the pillow as he rocked in and out of her. My brain almost short-circuited from the arch in her spine, my eyes trailing over her to her ass where Reid’s hips connected with it.
“I want you to fuck my pussy,” she said to Ander, her eyes on his dick. “Doggy.”
He chuckled with amusement, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “I can do that. Let Reid finish and I’ll kick him out of the way.”
I was a little bit surprised as she reached a hand out to Zavier, encouraging him closer. “I want you in my mouth.”
“You sure?” he asked, his brow creasing.
“I’ll control it,” she replied, a huff of laughter leaving her as Reid shuffled back and jerked her with him, making more room for Zavier. My dick was instantly hard again as Zavier sat in front of her with his legs spread so she could swallow him whole, and Reid didn’t say anything as he grabbed the lube from beside him and tossed it up the bed to them.
Raven didn’t hesitate to grab it as she licked and sucked on the head of Zavier’s cock, drizzling some lube on her two fingers before smearing it against his ass.
He jerked slightly as she pushed one inside, his eyes squeezing shut with a curse. I was starting to think I should give a finger in the ass another try.
I’d done it before, it had just felt weird to me, but I was clearly missing out on something from the way it always turned Zavier to a puddle.
She pushed him down her throat, working him as she added a second finger. His hand tangled in her hair, muttered curses leaving him as he tried not to thrust and choke her.
He was doing better than me, I would’ve started fucking her face by now without even meaning to.
“Is your pussy ready for me?” Ander asked, reaching under her and tweaking her clit, causing her to jolt. “When Reid’s done, I’m going to fuck Logan’s cum so deep inside you that you can taste it.”
Reid’s thrusts quickened, and he slammed into her one last time with a groan. “Fuck, baby.”
She hummed around Zavier’s cock, and Ander barely gave Reid a second to catch his breath before literally bullying him out of the way so he could slam into Raven’s pussy.
He fisted her hair, pushing her down on Zavier more and making him grunt. “Jesus, dude.”
She didn’t seem to mind, letting Ander do what he wanted.
Ander just wanted Zavier to hurry up and finish so he could rail her without worrying about Zavier getting bitten.
“Oh, fuck. Raven, baby, holy fucking shit!” Zavier cried out as she started moving her fingers faster, his hands gripping the blankets on either side of her to anchor himself as he came, his abs tense as she kept going.
A chuckle left me as he seemed to come a second time back to back, his whole body practically seizing from it.
I guessed she wanted some payback on one of us.
She released him from her mouth with a pop, showing him the cum in her mouth before swallowing, and he let out a breathless moan. “You’re going to fucking kill me one of these days.”
She smiled with victory, but it was short lived as Ander grabbed her shoulders and started plowing her, pushing her face down onto Zavier’s stomach as he fucked her into oblivion.
Zavier’s eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly from the intense climax, but he lifted a hand to her hair to stroke it affectionately, giving her a gentle touch to balance Ander’s aggression.
With Ander out of the way, I flopped down on the bed beside Zavier, my eyes on Raven’s face. Her eyes locked with mine, her hand instantly reaching for me as her body tensed.
Whatever Ander’s piercings were hitting on was exactly what she needed.
I thought she was going to break my hand from how tight she gripped it when she came, Ander fucking her through it without slowing down. He’d definitely made her squirt, if the wet sounds were anything to go by, and her eyes slammed closed as she held onto me and cried out. She was a sobbing mess within seconds, and I was close to telling Ander to give her a break when he growled and started to slow, his arms shaking slightly as he released her shoulders and dragged his hands down to her waist in an affectionate hold. His thumbs brushed her skin, and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder.
“You always take us so good.”
Her grip on my hand loosened, and she laid there panting as I kissed her knuckles.
“So good,” I repeated, rolling onto my back and reaching for her as Ander pulled out. She didn’t need much encouragement to lie down, a cringe taking over her face suddenly as I shuffled her so she was completely on top of me.
“Uh, I’m leaking a lot.”
“I don’t care,” I mumbled, tucking her head under my chin and cradling her. “Just stay there for a minute.”
“I can’t move anyway,” she joked, letting me hold her as Ander started cleaning her up.
Zavier’s phone rang, and he pried his eyes open and blindly reached for it, Reid handing it to him.
He groaned for a moment before answering, his voice tired. “You need me?”
I’d kind of hoped we all could’ve laid around the house naked all day, fucking Raven on every damn surface, but from the way he glanced at us, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
“Yeah, sure. They'd probably like to come. Eleven? Yeah, I’ll see you then.”
He hung up, and Reid sighed. “I have to go too?”
“You don’t have to,” Zavier snorted, sitting up to stop himself from relaxing too much again. “Slash needs me to work the bar today. They’re doing some get-together, and you guys are invited.”
Raven’s relaxed body became tense, and I kissed the top of her head in an attempt to soothe her again.
“What kind of get-together?” she asked, hesitation in her voice.
“Sounds like drinks and a barbecue among the crews. Family kind of thing,” he answered. “I’d like you to come if you can. Maybe you guys can keep me entertained if I’m stuck behind the bar all day.”
She was silent for a moment before sitting up a little, a reluctant sigh leaving her. “Okay, but if anyone shoots, I’m leaving.”
I couldn’t lie, I would too.
Raven
The Shed was insanely busy when we pulled up, and I shrank back a little when I saw all the different crew jackets. This wasn’t just the Psychos and Devils, the Reapers, Soldiers, and Kings were here too.
That was asking for trouble.
“Nothing will happen,” Reid said firmly, looking over at me from the driver’s seat.
“How do you know?”
Logan’s head popped between our seats from the back, and I eyed Ander’s Supra as it parked and he and Zavier climbed out to wait for us.
“The crews haven’t been at war with each other in our lifetime. These guys are fine. If things get heated, Slash will kick us all out anyway.”
“That doesn’t reassure me,” I grumbled, opening the door and getting to my feet so Logan could get out.
There were cars everywhere, people milling around by a few barbecues as they drank and smoked. Kids ran around laughing, and I even spotted someone making balloon animals for some kids under a tree.
“There’s kids here?” I asked, and Zavier appeared beside me.
“Family days they allow it.”
“What happens if there’s a drive-by?”
“People get shot,” Ander deadpanned, and Zavier gave him a look of warning. “Sorry, bad joke. I don’t think anyone is stupid enough to hit a place like this with five local crews mingling. Pissing off one crew is bad enough, but five? It’s suicide.”
“No one said criminals were smart,” I grumbled under my breath, letting Zavier drop his arm around my shoulders as he led me towards the Shed.
We were half an hour early, and Slash seemed happy by that as we approached.
“I knew I made a smart choice with you,” he said gruffly to Zavier, a small smile on his face. “Good to see the rest of you came too.”
His eyes flicked to me, and I forced a smile. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“You’re family now,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Lopez needs to work, but the rest of you can kick back and mingle. Just remember to stay out of the office, and don’t try unlocking locked doors.”
Zavier dropped a kiss on my lips and murmured that he’d see me later, and I studied him as he walked towards the bar. He was grinning at whatever the Psycho behind the bar said, laughing as the guy clapped him on the shoulder before leaving him to it.
“Beckett and Riley are over there,” Slash said, his eyes still on me.
I glanced over to the far corner to see a bunch of people hanging out, Beckett and Riley among them. It seemed to just be the Thieves and kids of the crews, so I thanked him and motioned for the guys to follow.
“I’m a little surprised you showed up,” Beckett grinned as we joined them, swigging her beer.
“Me too,” I scoffed, dropping into a chair by the wall. “What’s the deal with these get-togethers? Do you just hang out?”
“Basically. It’s a way for everyone to spend time together without business getting in the way. It’s been a while since we’ve had one, so my parents figured it was a good idea. Things have been tense.”
“That’s one word for it,” Stone snorted, eyeing me. “You guys have us run off our feet.”
“It’s not really our fault,” I said defensively, and Cruz rolled his eyes.
“Ignore him. It’s actually been kind of good for challenging my skills, I won’t lie. I’ve had to really push myself and upgrade some of my tech. If their tech guy doesn’t get killed in all of this, I want to talk to him and find out how his brain ticks. If he can hack my shit and fry my system, he’s impressive.”
“Do you have a crush on the enemy?” Riley demanded, pulling Luna against her and resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Major hard-on,” Cruz confirmed, making Penn giggle.
It was strange seeing everyone here at once, and part of me felt a little like an outsider as they talked amongst themselves so easily. Especially when Ander fell into conversation with Stone and Knox, while Logan and Reid started talking to Drake and Jett. Beckett was in a serious looking conversation with Maddox and Zane, leaving me sitting alone.
I almost considered walking home, but then Riley dropped down beside me and leaned back in her chair.
“Blake wanted you to know she’s sorry,” she said randomly, making me frown.
“Why?”
“She honestly had no idea about you and Ander, or she never would’ve gone near him. Blake’s a girls’ girl. She has zero interest in chasing someone’s man or causing problems.”
“He was her man.”
“Keyword. Was,” she shrugged. “She left on Wednesday. Between the fire and people getting shot at, I think Ander’s warning about Stefano freaked her out a little.”
“Why are you telling me this? We’re not exactly friends,” I asked slowly, and she raised an eyebrow.
“We were getting there before the street racing stuff came out. Do you still hate me for that?”
I’d never hated Riley, I’d just been severely mad at her. I felt like she’d been lying to me alongside the guys too, and part of me was hurt by the fact that everyone except me knew about the races.
I hated looking stupid.
“I don’t hate you,” I mumbled, holding her gaze. “I just needed to blame people, and you were easy to blame. If I can forgive Ander, I think I can forgive you.”
“Aw, that’s so nice of you,” she teased, tapping her baseball bat on the toe of her shoe. “For the record, I’m sorry things went the way they did.”
“I appreciate you and your family taking care of the medical bills. We never could’ve paid the hospital bills, let alone kept up with medication or follow up appointments. We would’ve lost him,” I said quietly, images of his bloodied body flashing through my mind.
“We wouldn’t have left you guys to figure it out,” she promised, holding up her knuckles. “We’re good, right?”
I tapped mine against hers with a small smile, nodding. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“How are you feeling about that?” Riley asked, lifting her chin in Zavier’s direction. He was busy pouring drinks, laughing and joking with people.
“It’s growing on me,” I admitted, not hiding my annoyance very well when a girl walked up to the bar and started flirting up a storm with him.
“You get used to it,” she said with a wince, nudging me. “They’ll try to get their claws in him for a few weeks, then give up. He has zero interest in them. If it makes you feel better though, I’ll let you borrow my bat to threaten them a little?”
I considered it, wanting to let the bitch know to leave my man alone, but Zavier shook his head at her and motioned in my direction, wiggling his fingers at me in a cute little wave to make it obvious he was taken.
The girl seemed to be sizing me up from the way she studied me, and I casually pulled my knife out and toyed with it as I stared right back, her eyes going wide before she turned around to grab her drink and headed back outside.
Zavier winked at me, not caring about the guys at the bar giving him shit for it as he blew me a kiss.
“He’s such a softie,” Riley snorted, grabbing Luna’s hand and tugging her onto her lap. “We should have a girl’s day.”
“I’m scared to ask what that even means,” I said slowly as I put my knife away, and Luna grinned.
“We can just hang out and get drunk at home.”
“I don’t really drink,” I said hesitantly, but they didn’t seem bothered.
“You can bring soda instead, no biggie. We hang out at Harley’s Bar a lot too. Just for a bite to eat and for some rounds of pool. The guys can come to stuff like that, Ander used to.”
I looked over at Ander, finding him already watching us. Riley had been his best friend last year, and he’d barely seen her since coming back.
“You know, maybe we can celebrate surviving the mafia when all of this is over and go to the bar,” I replied, looking back at Riley. “You guys don’t do weird shit like play never have I ever or truth or dare, right?”
Luna snorted, and Riley grinned. “Nah. Last time I played truth or dare, I kissed my straight best friend.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing,” I said with amusement.
“Oh, it totally is. Now I can’t get her to fucking leave,” Riley sighed dramatically, and Luna scolded her playfully, the pair of them laughing.
Ander joined us, lifting me and stealing my seat so he could place me on his lap and force me to straddle him.
He started talking cars with Riley, and Luna and I shared a look. These two could talk for hours about their damn cars.
I started to relax more, and it was definitely easier once the group split up a little. The Thieves decided it was time to head home with Penn. Zane, Jett, and Maddox got hungry and wanted to go and find some food, Riley and Luna spotted Landon and went to talk to him, and Logan and Reid were in a deep discussion about fuck knows what, while Ander had wandered over to talk to Zavier.
Beckett came and sat beside me, glancing around the room. “It’s not that bad here, right?”
“When no one’s getting shot at, sure,” I replied dryly, making her chuckle.
“It doesn’t happen all that often. Not anymore. I see you and Riley made up.”
“It’s not like it was really her fault that I was mad. Personal issues,” I shrugged.
She was quiet for a second before scowling, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m sorry for getting mad and trying to get your boyfriend killed.”
I scoffed, giving her the side-eye. “An apology from Beckett Donovan? Did hell freeze over?”
“Don’t push it,” she grunted, glaring at me. “I still don’t trust him.”
“Thanks for not trying to kill him anymore,” I said with amusement.
“I was apologizing for it, not telling you I wasn’t going to keep trying.”
“Beckett,” Diesel sighed as he walked over, apparently hearing our conversation. “Stop threatening to kill people.”
“I’m the product you created.”
“Absolutely not. I am not taking the blame for you. You are one hundred percent Skeet and your mother.”
I was a little surprised to hear him say that in front of me, not sure if any of their kids' biological father’s were public knowledge, but Beckett gave me a knowing look.
“You can’t even argue with it, can you?”
“Not really. Do you know for sure though?” I asked carefully, unsure if it was a touchy subject or not.
Diesel rolled his eyes, giving me a smile. “There is no doubt in our minds that Beckett and Ryder are Skeet’s. I mean, look at them.”
He wasn’t wrong. They really did have a lot of Skeeter’s features, starting with his green eyes.
“Boys,” Diesel said, changing the subject and catching Reid and Logan’s attention. “You both wanted jobs, right?”
They stopped their conversation immediately and moved closer.
“You’ve actually found something for us?” Logan asked skeptically, and Diesel smirked.
“Yes. Paperwork is written up for your contracts and everything.”
“What is it?”
“You know we're about to open the community center,” he started, eyeing both of them. “And as much as we’d love to do most of the work ourselves, it’s just not possible with the crews and our kids. Noah obviously needs more time with us, and Ry gets out of rehab in twelve days, so we want to free up as much of our time as we can to help him settle back in at home. We got too busy and didn’t notice the signs with Ry’s relapse last time, so we’re not risking it again.”
“We’re happy to help with anything,” Reid offered.
“I know. We’ve hired security, cleaners, and got some volunteers for odd jobs, but we have two full-time paid positions that we actually think would be perfect for you.”
“You’re killing them with suspense, Dad,” Beckett snorted.
I was close to dying from suspense myself, wanting to know what they were getting involved with. I tried to keep the anxiety off my face, knowing whatever it was, the guys would take it.
“The community center needs someone to run it, and we’ve secured some charity funding to run a youth program too. We pay for the setup and staff, and the charity donates towards snacks, drinks, and little things that can help the kids,” he explained, motioning to Reid. “No one’s going to just allow some random person in a suit to run the place, and we really think having you oversee the center will ensure the right changes happen and that people are comfortable talking about their problems. Heights understands Heights.”
“Wait, you want me to run the whole place?” Reid almost choked, slight worry on his face.
That was a lot of responsibility.
“We do. You’re a natural born leader, Reid. You work hard, you listen, and you help without question. You’ve been through the same problems a lot of the Heights community will be dealing with, so having you run it means people will trust you more.”
“And me?” Logan asked slowly, starting to look a little panicked at how serious the job was starting to sound.
“The youth program needs someone to oversee it. You’re fun, easy to talk to, and kids are more likely to approach you. You’ll be around the center most days like Reid, and you can be an ear to listen, or just shoot some pool or darts with the kids to give them a safe space. This might change over time depending on its success, but for now, we’ve got the green light to get started. So, what do you think? You guys want to be the faces of the Hawthorne Heights Community Center?” he asked with a grin. “Forty hours a week, at thirty bucks an hour.”
Reid was silently doing the math in his head, but Logan’s mouth fell open. “Holy fucking shit, we’re going to be rich.”
“Not really,” Beckett scoffed, and Diesel gave her a dirty look to shut her up.
To us, that kind of money was rich.
“After taxes. We’ll handle all that for you,” Diesel added, and I just blinked at him like a fucking idiot.
“That’s like, a few thousand a month,” I said in disbelief, and Reid sighed as he looked at me exasperatedly.
“If you’re going to be a teacher, you really need to learn to do math properly.”
“It’s six and a half,” Logan said in a mocking voice, and Reid groaned.
“I practically raised you and you’re both wrong. How? It’s four thousand six hundred. Each.”
“I’m not going to be a fucking math teacher,” I grumbled, offended when he scoffed.
“Good. You’re meant to be giving kids a chance, not teaching them the wrong?—”
“You haven’t signed any contracts yet, Barron. Don’t get cocky,” I tsked, and Beckett nudged me.
“Mom said you’re going to college. You’ll only have one year of peace before Noah joins you. Him and his buddies will follow you around like a bitch in heat. If you both go to Ashburn Valley University, anyway. Who knows? Maybe he’ll all of a sudden feel the need to thrive in life and go to Harvard with Marla?”
The way Diesel hummed told me that was unlikely.
“So, you boys in? We open next weekend, so we’ll need you to come and get up to speed on a few things this week. No uniforms or fancy shit. Don’t want to scare the locals away,” Diesel explained, and Reid held out his hand to shake.
“We’d love to work there. Honestly, thank you for the opportunity, and for everything you guys are doing in the Heights.”
Diesel shook his hand, turning to Logan to do the same.
“You boys are good kids. Hopefully, seeing some of their own peers succeeding will give others the chance to chase their dreams a little,” Diesel smiled. “I need to go and check in with Slash, but you guys go and help yourselves to the food, it’s all ready outside. Grab a beer too. I’ve told Zavier you get one each on the house, so take advantage of it.”
We stared after him in stunned silence as he walked off, and Beckett laughed. “You’ll catch flies if you don’t close your mouths.”
“I need that beer,” I said absently, hearing her laugh more as I started walking towards the bar, unsure what the fuck was happening.
Did we just all somehow become employed members of society? With legal jobs?
Hell really had frozen over.