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His friend, Kai, quietly laughs at his side.
“I told you not to get a tattoo on your neck,” Will scolds. “Didn’t I say
that? Did you see how we worked her? You should’ve been able to get
yourself out of that if you had any sense.”
“It’s not on my neck,” I argue back. “It’s just like,” I gesture to my
neck, “up a little and…”
“Hi.” I hear a calm, deep voice and look over to see Kai staring at Ryen.
Michael follows suit and moves close to her. “So this is the one who
was at a party, without you, doing body shots, huh?”
She scowls, and I retort, “Dane needs to shut his mouth.”
But Michael just smirks down at Ryen. “If that was my girl, her ass
would be red for a week.”
“Yeah, I don’t physically threaten my girl, okay?”
“And look where she was.”
Will pushes Michael back. “Don’t listen to him,” he soothes Ryen. “He
doesn’t lay a hand on his girl. She has swords.”
Kai laughs quietly off to the side, but Ryen’s face is twisted in disgust.
She looks to me. “Who are these pigs?”
I walk for the front door, knowing everyone will follow. “Will’s my
cousin. These are his friends. I called him so I wouldn’t have to call my
dad.”
“And how’s my baby?” Will calls from behind, referring to his truck.
He lent it to me when he got arrested a few years ago. I had it the whole
time he was on the inside, but since he’s been out, he hasn’t come looking
for it, so I hoped he forgot about it.
“I hope you don’t want it back,” I tell him. “I have some good
memories in that truck.”
I shoot a look over to Ryen, seeing a blush cross her cheeks.