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“Thank you again for dinner, TJ,” I say. Wren and I go on our way.
“I’ll call you later,” he promises as we’re walking away. We head back to our apartment to binge-watch Netflix.
7
Shade
I texted Sienna,thinking her and Wren would be done with their date by now. I was wrong. The guys and I are sitting at a bar in Denver. We’re hanging out and drinking beer. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out thinking it’s Sienna responding. Wrong again. It’s Ace.
From Ace:Hey, brother. Found out more details about the circuit. Can you meet up?
To Ace:We’re at Tilted Tap. Come on by.
From Ace:Be there in 15.
“Yo, Ace is on his way here,” I tell Diesel.
“Who’s that,” Sketch asks.
“A buddy we met in Arizona. He and some guys came out to Tucson to race a few times and we’ve all stayed in touch,” I explain. “Any time any of us are in town, we hit them up and vice versa.”
“Would they be down to join the Savages,” Rascal asks. “Raze said Bull wants to expand the Menaces and Riders.”
“I’d have to talk to Ace but it’s a possibility,” I reply. My phone buzzes again. This time, it is Sienna.
From Whiskey:Just got home.
To Whiskey:You gonna tell me what he was like?
Wait, she said home.
To Whiskey:Home as in Minx’s house, right?
From Whiskey:You would love him. We’re at our apartment.
Knowing the mouth she has on her, I’m not sure if she's serious or fucking with me.
To Whiskey:You’re fucking with me.
From Whiskey:Busted.
“What the fuck has you smiling like a bitch,” Diesel questions.
“None of your business, asshole,” I respond.
From Whiskey:In all honesty, he and his friend are both Ivy league, pretty boys. He was a huge douche canoe toward me, but he treated Wren well.
From Whiskey:She’s too good for him.
The thought of someone disrespecting Sienna causes anger to bubble up. I’m happy to hear he treated Wren well, though. The day that changes, I will find out who he is, hunt him down and fuck his world up.
“My man,” Ace shouts, smacking my back. I turn to face him.
“How’s it going?”
“It’s going pretty damn good. Some bitch got you pussy whipped?” He nudges his head toward my phone.
“Hell fucking no. I was checking on how my sister’s fucking date went tonight,” I tell him. I catch Sketch’s face drop out of the corner of my eye.
