“He shot me,” Ocean says in shock as Gilly opens the driver side door.

“The fuck is going on?” He throws the car into drive and peels out of the alley.

“He shot me,” Ocean says again.

“Carina?” He tries to hit the button on the screen of the center dashboard to turn the speakers off, but it’s not going to work. Not with Magic.

“You shot our drone,” I tell him as if that explains everything.

“Your drone?” Gilly grits out. I’m going to get another spanking.

“It’s okay, we have two more.” Magic’s voice comes over the speaker.

“He’s a better shot than you, Rebel.”

“He is not!” The hell?

“Okay, I take it back.” Ocean fights a laugh. She might be laughing, but Gilly is getting madder by the second. He’s used to having everything under control, and this is anything but that.

“Guys, I’m good. I’m heading home.”

“How do we know he’s not making you say that?” Magic chimes in.

“He’s my uncle.” I smirk at my little jab. Gilly shoots me a look that has it quickly dropping off my face. “Seriously, guys. I’m good. I’ll message you later.”

“All right,” Magic says, and then the car fills with silence.

“Rebel? Why are they calling you that? I’m assuming these are the ‘friends’ you mentioned.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, not responding. I don’t know where to start.

“Better yet, why were you at the club?”

“Why were you at that club? Do you go there often?” I try to keep my tone flat, but I fail miserably. This whole night has not gone according to plan.

“Jealous?”

Anger unlike anything I’ve ever felt flashes through my whole body. I reach forward, my hand coming out to smack him. He catches it. “Watch it.” He gives a firm squeeze before releasing my wrist.

“Fuck you.” I fold my arms over my chest and stare out the window. I’m not telling him anything now. I hate that I can’t control my emotions. I’m quick to anger. It’s in my blood.

“Burns, doesn’t it?” I close my eyes and take a breath.

“I’ve never been in that club before.”

“Just that one?” I peek at him.

“Sometimes there are meetings I have to attend in the back of a lot of places.”

“Nice dodge.” I roll my eyes.

“I don’t pay for sex,” he spits. Now it’s him getting angry again. Gilly has always been so calm. I can’t help but enjoy the fact that I can provoke him.

“Then what do you do?”

“Nothing.” He grips the steering wheel harder.

“Nothing? You’re full of shit. There’s no way.”