“No, it was the drug lord known as Preacher. He was after Prez’s sister, who stole some money from him, but the kidnappers made a mistake.”
People start talking over each other angrily. Squid, Uncle, and Truck jump to their feet and position themselves in front of me like a human shield.
I glance at Dylan. His lips are pressed together, and his forehead is wrinkled.
“This interview is over,” Sly announces angrily.
Squid turns to me and says, “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to let us know. We owe you.”
“I need something right now,” I admit.
The two men stand in front of me expectantly, looking like they’re ready to give me the world.
“Could you please give me and DJ a ride home?”
Chapter 10
Slim
“Marissa!” I yell out into the house. “Marissa!”
“Shhh!” She hisses back impatiently as she comes down the stairs. “DJ has just settled for his nap.”
“What the fuck, Marissa?”
She lifts her chin and looks me dead in the eye. She’s clearly gearing up for a fight. I don’t like this new attitude of hers.
“What do you want, Dylan?” She says as she throws herself onto the couch and hugs her knees.
She’s still in her pajamas, and she’s wearing those tiny little white socks that I used to think were cute.
“What were you thinking, calling the Chasers into our clubhouse?”
“Your club wouldn’t help me, and I needed help.”
“Do you still need help? Is that why Dumb and Dumber are hanging out in front of my house?”
The Chasers left two of their own, a man and a very short woman, behind. They aren’t doing anything; they were just sitting on their bikes in front of my house when I drove up, but their presence bothers me for some reason.
Marissa hesitates for a moment before saying, “It makes me feel better to know someone’s outside. Besides, don’t you think we have more urgent things to talk about?”
I frown.
“How long have you been cheating on me?” She asks coldly, and I turn my back to her on my way to the armchair.
“Look, Riss, I never meant for you to find out like that. I was going to tell you after the party. Rebel and I have history, and, well, I…” I trail off, since I’m pretty sure Marissa doesn’t want to hear about how I never got over my ex.
Despite my careful phrasing, her face twists into a grimace of pain.
“Oh, good. As long as you didn’t mean for me to find out the way I did, fucking someone behind my back is fine.”
“Hey,” I warn her, pointing my finger at her. “Don’t twist my words like that.”
“Dylan, please, help me understand. Why didn’t you break up with me and spare me the humiliation of cheating on me? A breakup I can understand, not loving me I can understand, but this?!”
I take a minute to think, as I rub my forehead. I barely slept last night.
After Marissa left with the Chasers’ leadership, it was a mess. People were angry and cussing her out. Everyone but Truck. He just had this distant look on his face.
