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Taz grabbed Cross' arm, panting slightly. "It's Race. Alex's crew showed up at the house."
A fight between Alex and Race was trouble. The fact that he'd sought Race out at Cross' house was even more trouble. That made it crew business.
"Our place?" Cross asked. "You sure?"
She nodded, sucking in air. "They asked if you were home. When I said you weren't, he told Race he'd better step outside. Those were his exact words."
Jordan moved closer. "They could say it's family business."
But it was happening at Cross' house.
There could be ramifications if Cross didn't say something.
I touched his arm. "Let's go see what's happening. It's at your house."
Zellman agreed. "That's your home."
"Come on, guys!" Jordan threw a hand up. "We've already got big problems. This is a fight we can avoid."
But Cross started off, turning to walk backward. "Then don't come," he said.
He'd just thrown down the worst insult possible to a crew member.
Zellman and I went with Cross. Z jumped in the back. I got in the passenger side, and Cross was starting the engine when we felt the truck dip under someone's weight.
The window slid open and Jordan rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm with you guys. Don't fucking insult me again."
Cross looked in the rearview mirror, meeting his gaze. He didn't reply, just put the truck in drive.
Taz tapped on the window, so he rolled it down.
"You're going to go?" she asked, her eyes still wide. Her breathing was shallow, and there were beads of sweat over her top lip.
Tabatha came to stand next to Taz. "The other guys are there." She pointed to Sunday. "Our friends."
Zellman snorted, resting his elbows on the truck's edge. He smiled at Sunday. "You have other friends I don't know about?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're hitting on me now?"
"I'd hit on you if we were in the middle of the apocalypse." He winked. "Make me a zombie, and I'll still try to boink you, then maybe eat you."
She laughed and pushed at his shoulder, shoving him backward. "I've learned my lesson, Z. I've moved on to older guys. They're more..." Her head cocked to the side. She pretended to think about it. "Longer lasting."
His grin went to a scowl. "Who? Who's longer lasting than me?"
She backed up, waving. "Almost anyone at this point."
Zellman frowned, but he was trying not to laugh.
"Can we ride with you?" Taz asked.
Cross paused, frowning.
"We got a ride here," she continued. "It'd just be easier if we could hop in."
He shrugged, gesturing to the back. "Hop in, but hold on, T. We go fast."
She nodded. All three girls scrambled toward the back. Zellman lowered the tailgate, and they climbed up. He pulled it closed again after swatting Sunday's ass. She tried to look annoyed but failed.
