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After fixing my smeared lipstick, I finally entered back into the estate with Noa.
Luckily, she had security take the shopping bags earlier, so they're already waiting up in my room for me.
I'm actually really excited about the change of wardrobe—I'm even ready to throw out my old clothes.
My brows furrowed when one of the men dressed in a simple black suit made a beeline toward Noa before he lowly murmured, "Boss we have a—"
"Is that Noa?" I heard the familiar voice call out.
Kill me now.
Before anyone could react in any way an angry Aliza came into view—practically stomping toward a nonchalant Noa.
"I said I was sorry okay?" The blonde yelled out, clearly upset over something that had happened between them.
It was very small, but the tinge of anger coating my insides was definitely there, especially with Aliza back and in the flesh after yesterday morning.
It's like the words, she's mine, were running on a loop in my head—but we both knew she wasn't.
"Look, I already said it wouldn't happen again," Aliza said, clearly trying to get a single word out of Noa, who looked completely unamused by her presence, "I'll even apologize if that's what it takes, see—" the blonde turned to me, "—I'm sorry for being honest and calling you a whore."
I scoffed slightly, Did she really just...
Yeah, I'm about to beat her—
Noa suddenly let out an irritated sigh, looking over to me as she said, "Head up to your room," she ordered, which easily made my brows furrow, no way in hell am I—but my thoughts were quickly halted when she said, "Now, Lunden."
I forced myself to walk away from the bitchy blonde that seemingly called me a whore—again.
As I headed up to my room, I could hear Aliza's voice echo the walls as she said, "Wait, did you guys just get home together?"
Her voice was much louder this time, and she seemed absolutely livid.
I don't know if I should pray for her or Noa.
Probably her.
My steps halted almost immediately when a realization dawned on me.
Is Noa...
Is she about to teach her a lesson?
I let out an irritated sigh, determining that I didn't care—we're not exclusive, and besides, it was just sex.
But if that's the case then I'll definitely be fucking other people from here on out.
Especially Val.
I smirked to myself as I remained stuck above the stairs, I knew the idea of Val even ten feet away from me would be enough to piss Noa off.
"For fucks sake, just fuck me, Noa," I heard Aliza's voice echo below me, which inevitably made me nod to myself.
Don't assume. Do not assume.
Because I'm truly about to get petty.
But as soon as I heard a breathless grunt from Aliza, I felt as if something had been confirmed—easily forcing me to walk away completely and toward my room.
—
"Lundy."
"Lundyyy."
I felt my brows furrow, stirring from my deep sleep.
"Lundy, come on girl—wake up."
My eyes fluttered open, and almost immediately, I was staring up at Arya—who might I add, was wearing a full face of makeup with her dark hair styled down.
I grew more confused as I took in her leather dress, "What time is it? Why are you dressed up?" I asked, reaching for my phone.
12:00 am read the bright screen.
"You have forty-five minutes to get your shit together," Arya said, laying back on my bed as I sat up fully.
What the fuck is going on?
"I got invited to this street racing meet-up," Arya said, and almost immediately I realized I had said my thoughts aloud.
Fuck, I still feel like I'm still half asleep.
I rubbed my eyes, hoping to push away my tiredness—but suddenly what Arya had said clicked in my head.
"Street racing?" I repeated back.
Arya nodded, "The Saints aren't making this one, but I know for a fact that the Lions and the Ghosts are—basically any allies of the Saints," she explained, basically giving me the go-ahead that it'd be safe to go.
One thing about allied mafias is that they'll take care of one another, and since the Saints sit above them all—they're gonna go out of their way to protect a Saint.
Because God knows what will happen if they don't.
Arya snapped a few times, "Snap snap—you need to get hot. Like right now."
I rolled my eyes as I quite literally rolled out of my bed, "Are you saying I'm not hot right now?" I retorted, walking toward my bathroom.
Arya laughed, "I mean the silk pj's are cute, but I'm pretty sure that's not the vibes for tonight," she said as I brushed my teeth.
But I quickly halted, recalling the incident between my brother and Arya this morning, "I'm only getting ready if you give me the details on you and my brother."
Arya's emerald eyes widened, "He told you?"
I laughed, spitting out the suds, "No dumbass—you guys are literally wearing the, we fucked faces all high and proud at the dining table," I said, laughing a few more times to myself as I began washing my face.
Arya rolled her eyes, standing from my bed, "Well we did fuck," she said, walking into the bathroom.
I gasped, flicking water on her, "And you weren't going to tell me!" I exclaimed as Arya let out a string of laughs.
"I... we—"
"We? Oh fuck, am I going to be an auntie?" I asked, which easily earned a slap to the back of my head from Arya.
"You need to wake up fully because you're saying dumb shit," Arya laughed as I dried my face.
I held my hands up in defense, "Hey, it was a valid question."
Arya gave me a narrowed look as I began brushing out my hair, "It wasn't—now do you want the details or not?" she asked, which easily earned an eager nod from me.
After forty-five minutes, I felt completely caught up—I mean, all they did was fuck that night, but ever since they've been casually flirting.
Arya seems to really be feeling him, and honestly, out of all the crazy women he's been with, I wouldn't mind Arya becoming my sister-in-law.
Soon my firey long ruffle dress was on, which I paired with gold heels and a neutral makeup look. I looked so hot, and I knew that if Noa had the slightest idea of what we were about to do, she'd be dragging my ass back to bed.
Well, not her bed—Aliza's probably there at this very moment.
I clenched my jaw, spraying myself with perfume as I pushed away the thoughts.
I'm definitely fucking someone tonight.
"Ready?" Arya asked excitedly, which earned a nod from me.
Since the street race started in the Saints territory, we were able to walk a few blocks to the beginning marks where all the sporty cars seemed to be lined up.
Honestly, exiting the estate seemed to be entirely easier than I had imagined—combined with the high-energy crowds and alcohol being passed around, I suddenly felt wide awake and ready to party
I let out a content sigh after swallowing the burning alcohol, "This is nice," I said.
Arya scrunched up her nose, "No this shit burns—what are you on?" she said, which earned a small laugh from me.
"No, I mean this night is nice," I retorted, which earned an Ohhh look from Arya.
The brunette smiled at me, "It is isn't it?" she agreed, looping my arm with hers before she said, "I've never really had friends before, but I imagine this is what it's like."
I felt my smile brighten, "I imagine it is too," I said, knowing that I hadn't really had friends either.
Maybe work friends, or model friends who acted fake to my face, but not real friends.
I felt my eyes widen slightly when I easily recognized Val's face as she stood by the shiny black sports car. What a fucking coincidence.
Internally, I'm thanking the universe for this opportunity that has suddenly fallen into my lap.
"I'll be right back," I said to Arya, who easily followed my line of sight.
The brunette gave me a knowing look, "I won't be complaining if you don't come back," she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she gave me the green light to run off with the attractive woman.
I rolled my eyes playfully at her, walking through the crowd on the sidewalk before stepping down onto the street.
Almost automatically, Val's dark eyes darted to me, allowing a smirk to crawl onto her lips.
She exhaled the smoke from her cigarette, "I didn't think I'd see you again after you ran off," she said, giving my body a complete once over.
I leaned against the car, "Aw, you were thinking about me?" I teased, which earned an eye roll from the raven head woman.
"Do you smoke?" she asked, extending the pack of cigarettes as a common courtesy.
I shrugged, taking the pack. I don't smoke, but at the same time, I do—It's about when the opportunity arises, and whether I'm in the mood to.
And right now, I could use a fucking smoke break.
I smirked slightly as Val held the lighter to the cigarette that was placed between my glossy lips.
As the flame lit up the cigarette, I didn't waste any time inhaling a long drag before letting the cloud of smoke out.
"Would you be down to ride with me?" Val asked as her smirk remained entirely prominent on her plump lips.
I narrowed my eyes at her, "You're racing?"
The woman scoffed dramatically, "Damn do I not seem like the type to?" she asked, pretending to be offended when we both knew she wasn't.
I felt my smirk grow into a smile, but before I could say anything, a horn went off, which easily made Val raise a brow at me.
"It's time to get buckled in—you tagging along or what?" she asked, opening the driver's door to the Porsche.
I shrugged, "I guess so," I said, walking to the other side of the car before sliding into the passenger side.
As I buckled my seat belt, I could easily spot Arya smirking at me as she drew a heart in the air, easily earning a laugh from me as I waved her off.
I looked forward when another horn went off even louder than last time, and almost all at once, the engines of the cars around revved powerfully—gearing up for the race that managed to have the streets lined with excited crowds.
"The countdown is starting," I could hear the announcer's voice call out as two girls holding checkered flags walked out to the starting line.
However, my brows furrowed when suddenly the crowd right by Val's car turned to view whatever was going on behind us.
"Everybody lock in!" the announcer called out, and almost immediately all the engines were cut off—even Val cut her expensive car off.
What's going on?
My eyes widened in shock when my car door swung open before I was yanked out of the car by my arm.
I felt my face burn with a thick heat when I met Noa's expressionless stare, taking in her zip-up hoodie that was pulled over her head with a white tee under it and loose sweatpants.
No fucking way is she here right now.