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“Good,” Trick smirks.
When I realize that we’re nearly at school, I ask, “Are we not getting Rafe and Riot?”
“Nah, Rafe’s driving them in today, and Cash said he’d pick up coffee on the way in.”
“Thank fuck,” Luc mutters, “I didn’t get a cup this morning, and I feel a bit like a zombie.”
We park in our regular spaces, finding Cash already there and waiting for us. Luc practically snatches the coffee from his hands and then looks at him sheepishly, which just makes him laugh.
“Rough night?” he asks him concerned.
Luc shrugs, “Didn’t get much sleep.”
“I heard about your dad,” Cash replies, somewhat cautiously. We all know how he feels about his father, and quite honestly, I don’t blame him in the slightest.
Luc sighs, “Yeah, he’s still alive, unfortunately.”
That darkness that I’m so familiar with flashes through his eyes, and I realize just how much he hates his dad.
“Is everything set for tomorrow?” Riot asks, sensing that Luc wants to change the subject.
“Yeah, it’s all good to go,” Trick replies and then looks at Luc, “Tomlinson has got more of their guys going through the crowd as well, making sure that nothing kicks off.”
“Good,” Luc replies, “did you get a list of names off them? It might be a good idea to double-check the names so we don’t put any of our guys on crowd duty with them if they’re known to have an issue with someone that’s just asking for extra shit that we don’t need.”
“Yeah, I did,” Cash replies, “I’m already working on the list to make sure that everyone gets on, or as well as they usually do. I need you guys to look over it just in case I’ve not heard of a conflict somewhere.”
“I doubt that you wouldn’t know,” I grin. “You know everything about everyone. It’s why you’re so good at what you do.”
“I have to be,” Cash says with a shrug.
“We can look over it at lunch.” Trick replies.
We’re parked where we usually park, which is closest to the exit, so we can leave in a hurry if we have to; it’s because of this that I notice the unfamiliar truck pull up and park on the curb outside the gates. I watch as a guy I don’t recognize jumps out, slams the door, and then storms around the other side of the truck. He forcibly pulls the door open, reaches in, and grabs hold of a girl's arm hard enough to leave a bruise. The girl looks terrified, and I’ve pushed off the side of Trick’s truck and made my way over to them before I even made the conscious effort to do so.
All of the guys following me having seen what I have.
“Everything okay over here?” I ask as soon as we’re close enough.
He glares over his shoulder at me before he spins around and tucks the girl under his arm, forcibly holding her in place.
“Everything is fine,” he sneers.
“We weren’t asking you, asshole,” Trick snaps.
Realization flashes on the guy's face, “You must be the so-called leaders; you don’t look like much.”
“And you must be Ryan, the dickhead that’s fighting Jensen tomorrow,” Cash replies coldly, taking a sip of his coffee and giving us all the information that we need.
So, this is the fucker stupid enough to go up against me, I suppose I should be grateful, no one else will fight me anymore and with Atlas gone I’m not going to get a good fight unless we’re on a job and even then it’s not a guarantee .
The guy grins proudly, stupidly thinking that it’s a good thing that we know who he is, “Yeah, I just wanted to get a good look at the guy dumb enough to fight me.”
The crowd that’s gathered around us bursts out laughing, and the smug smile on the guy's face drops momentarily.
Smiling, Trick ignores the guy completely as he says to us, “We need to end this as quickly and quietly as we can. We don't need it to go to shit just because of some idiot.”
The guy's expression fills with anger as his hand grips the girl even tighter; I cannot stand men who do not treat women with the respect that they deserve.
