Page 87 of Meant for You

“Watch me.” Trix opened her door and climbed out.

Lila and I shoved our doors open as well and quickly followed her. Trix walked right up to them like she was six foot four not a pint-sized woman who kind of looked like an inked-up Betty Boop.

“We’re looking for Grifter,” she said. “You know where he is?”

Because wherever Grifter was, Dane would more than likely be, and if not, I knew Riff would know where to find him.

One of the guys lifted his chin. “You his woman?”

Trix shook her head. “No, but she is,” she said and tugged Lila forward.

“Huh,” the guy said. “Now aren’t you a pretty little thing? Class. Not Riff’s usual type, but I see the appeal.”

Who said things like that?

“Can you help us? We’ve been trying to call him but he’s not answering,” I lied, ready to wring the guy’s neck if he didn’t give us the information we needed.

“He’s not answering, maybe he’s done with this one,” he said, motioning to Lila, who colored because that was kind of the truth. Whatever had been going on between them was now not, and though she wouldn’t talk about it, I knew she was hurt.

“It’s an emergency,” I bit out.

“She’s pregnant,” Trix blurted. “And he has a right to know.”

The guy jerked back. “Fuck me.”

No, thank you. I could tell Trix and Lila were mentally thinking the same thing.

“Tell her,” said the other guy standing beside the chatty one. “He knocked her up, he should know.”

The other guy shrugged. “The Warehouse. There’s a fight tonight.”

He rattled off the address, and Lila, Trix, and I climbed back into the car. Lila plugged the address into the GPS app in her phone and we headed off again.

“Did you have to say I was pregnant?” she said when we were on our way.

Trix shrugged. “It worked.”

Lila grumbled but said no more.

It only took fifteen minutes to reach our destination, and I was vibrating with nervous energy by the time we got there.

“Holy shit,” Trix said when we drove into the large gravel space in front of The Warehouse—an actual warehouse, all concrete and corrugated iron. There were cars parked and bikes, so many bikes. More than I’d ever seen in one place.

“You don’t have to come with me,” I said to my friends. I didn’t want to drag them into a situation that could possibly be dangerous. I mean, I didn’t want to put myself in a situation that was possibly dangerous. But there was no stopping me. I needed to see Dane. Needed to. There was no waiting. I was done waiting.

“You’re not going on your own,” Lila said. “We’re in this together.”

“We’ve got your back.” Trix pulled a can of pepper spray from the glove compartment and shoved it in her bag. “Let’s do this.”

We all climbed out and made our way to the main door. There was a young guy there in a Ramblers vest wearing a prospect patch.

He smiled at us, giving us a once-over before he stepped aside. “Come on in, ladies.”

“Said the spider to the fly,” Lila muttered under her breath.

Trix chuckled and I would have, too, if my nerves hadn’t reached an all-time high. We all stumbled to a stop when a cheer rose, so loud it rattled the windows. We moved farther in. The place was packed with people. There were seats set up in rows surrounding a ring, but most people were standing.

Lila’s hand latched on to my arm, and I followed her gaze.