Page 33 of Riot’s Revenge

Maria stepped forward. “Okay?”

“You never should’ve slept in that car last night. We’ll sort it.”

A laugh escaped her, although it sounded close to a cry. “You make that sound really easy.”

“It is.”

“It really isn’t.” Her eyes landed on the car and teared up again.

“Good thing you’re not the one figuring it out then.” I gave her my best smile and fought the urge to control my fury.

15

RIOT

“Follow me,” I said, moving toward my bike.

Maria caught my arm before I could move. “There’s more.”

“What do you mean, there’s more?”

She glanced toward her car before looking away again. “I couldn’t get most of the furniture.”

“What?”

“The boxes were easy, but the bigger stuff is still there.” She swallowed hard. “I couldn’t move any of it by myself.”

The anger I’d been trying to keep under control came roaring back. “You should’ve called me.”

A tired laugh escaped her. “At six o’clock in the morning?”

“Yeah. At any time of the morning.”

“You would’ve been asleep.”

I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t, and if I was, it wouldn’t have mattered.”

We both knew I was telling the truth. If she’d called, I would’ve shown up. I didn’t have to think about it. I would’ve been there before she’d finished explaining what happened.

Maria looked away.

I pulled my phone from my pocket. “What’s the full address?”

“Riot—”

“The address.”

Something in my expression must have convinced her arguing was pointless because a few seconds later she gave it to me.

I sent a text with her address.

Me: Need truck. Furniture to be moved. Bring help.

Reaper answered almost immediately.

Reaper: On our way.

I slid the phone back into my pocket. “Let’s go.”