Quinn thrashes in my hold. “Oh my God,” she growls over my shoulder. “Farrow, stop!”
Stealing her away, I ignore her struggling, slipping through the trees to the overflow parking lot and people drinking on their tailgates.
“Let me go!” she bellows. “This isn’t fair!”
I spot her Jeep ahead, praying I can keep hold of her long enough to stick her inside.
She snaps in my face, “Maybe I should let them know that Noah has always acted like a gentleman and you were the one pumping their little sister last night. Three times.”
“Maybe you should.” I plant her on the damn ground next to her car door. “They’ll keep us apart.”
And she doesn’t want that. I fucking dare her.
But she just sneers. “Yeah, anything to not have to tell me your big secret.”
I jut out my hand. “Give me your keys.”
“Screw you.”
Oooh, big words.
Ripping open her bag, I find the keys and draw them out. I stuff them in her hand. “Don’t go to Weston.”
“I’ll go where I want.”
To my surprise, though, she doesn’t demand to stay and climbs in her car. Without another glance in my direction, she drives out of the lot and back on to the road, disappearing around the trees. She may go to Weston, purposely provoking me to follow, but… She better head to Madoc’s. She knows better than to risk her safety to prove a point.
Plus, I’d have to leave her alone at her brother’s house. Which she appears to want. For now.
Hugo and his guys appear in the lot, eyes zoning in on me, and I move my ass, leading them away from everyone I care about. Jumping into Jared’s old Mustang, I race out of the lot, seeing them hurry for their car, as well.
I think I catch sight of Madoc in my rearview mirror, noticing me leave, but I’m gone before I can look twice.
Pedal to the metal, I fly down the road, rushing onto the highway. Cutting a left, I head for Weston and keep an eye behind me, making sure they follow.
But Hugo barrels through theStopsign and pivots right instead. The same way Quinn drove.
I release the gas.Shit.
Jerking the wheel, I swing around, probably leaving a hundred dollars’ worth of tire on the asphalt. Kicking the stick shift up a notch, I chase Green Street back into the Falls, riding their ass to make sure I don’t lose them.
My phone sits in the holder, hooked up to the charger. I dial Quinn.
I arch my neck, trying to see around Hugo’s ride and catch her taillights. “Come on, pick up,” I beg under my breath.
The call goes to voicemail, and I hang up. Quickly tapping, I send her a text.
Go back to the Loop.
No one calls it that anymore, but Loop was shorter to type than Fallstown.
This time of night, I’m not sure what businesses are still open, and I know Madoc is having people over after the races, so there will be staff at his place, but I don’t want to risk her going there. All the estates in that neighborhood are partially secluded.
And fuck me if she tries to go to Weston. That’s not my turf anymore, and Farrow isn’t there to back me up right now.
Farrow…
Reaching over, I dial him.
