Always (Next Generation The Skulls #1) - Sam Crescent Page 0,21
ready for tricks he wanted to play. Blaise, Constance, Damien, and John were also present. They were outsiders. They didn’t have MC parents, but they were close to them. They’d developed friendships with them along the way, and even though they didn’t wear the leather cut, they had their backs.
“Look at the little rebels,” Miles said.
“Bite me.” Tabitha glared at her brother.
Miles just burst out laughing. “I can’t believe Whizz called our dad. That was fucking cold!”
“Don’t I know it,” Tabitha said.
“It’s not funny,” Daisy said. “I’ve had my computer taken from me. I’ve only got my cell.”
Tabitha looked toward Anthony. While her Simon was back in Piston County, she got her kicks out of watching these two. She didn’t know if she was rooting for them, or wondering what would happen if they never got together. All of that was a problem for another day.
She had other things on her mind.
“Did I tell you some chick is trying to hit on Simon?”
“Piston Simon?” Miles asked.
“One and the same.”
“Are you thinking we need to take a trip to Piston County?”
This was what she loved about her brother. No matter how much laughing or joking he did, he always had her back.
“I think it could be. What do you guys say, a trip to Piston County?”
“Is this just for you guys?” Blaise asked.
This always put her on edge with the outsiders. It was hard.
“I don’t see why not,” Miles said. “You got to get your parents to agree to a sleepover and visiting another town.”
“Then I’m out,” John said. “At times, I’m lucky they haven’t thrown my ass in boarding school.”
Miles laughed. “We’ll send you postcards.”
“I’d like to,” Constance said. “My parents don’t give a shit. I’m up for getting out of this shithole.”
“Hey, this shithole is family,” Markus said.
Constance looked at him, brows lifted. “Yeah, for you, who lives in a nice place with a dentist mother. Not for me with a mom in and out of rehab and a dad who won’t let her move on. This is family to you, not to me. I’ve got you guys, that’s it.”
“You need some help with that shit?” Miles said.
“What shit?”
“Your family.”
“Nah, I’ve got it covered. It’s fine.”
“You need help, you tell us.”
“Will do.”
Tabitha looked at Miles, who continued to look at Constance. She had already turned away. After a few seconds, Miles averted his gaze but caught her staring. She offered him a smile and he glared. “The fuck you looking at?” he asked.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
“As interesting as all this is, Dogs are approaching and Ryan looks mad,” Daisy said.
Glancing at her friend, she followed her gaze, and sure enough, the Dogs were on their way.
They all got to their feet. She and Daisy stood by Anthony’s side. They all had each other’s backs.
Some of the kids ran off in the opposite direction, clearly not wanting to be in the line of fire.
Tensed and ready, Tabitha watched.
Luke was at the head of the group. He always was. Ryan by his side.
“Do you think we were going to let that slide?” Luke asked.
“You don’t bring Quad business here,” Anthony said.
“Anything you got to say, you do so on Quad territory. You upset about getting your face rearranged, don’t be taking on fights you can’t win,” Miles said.
“Ah, they have to hide behind all the nice little rules. They’re a has-been club, baby. We should ignore them. They’re not worth our time.” This came from Daniella. She was a Dogs kid and considered the queen in her group.
Tabitha hated her. Daniella was a coward and had a reputation for taking her opponents from behind. It was the only way she could get ahead.
“We’re weak, as opposed to the Dogs who are made up of easy pussy and whores?” Tabitha asked.
Daniella glared at her. “Takes one to know one.”
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Daisy said.
“And what are you going to do about that?” Daniella asked. “You’re the fat useless one of the group. You’re not even a real Skull. You’re a kid no one wants, and I bet your ass is going to be passed around.”
Tabitha couldn’t allow this to spiral out, so she did what any self-respecting friend would do. Daniella had stepped close to their group, thinking school grounds made her safe. She reached out, grabbed her hair, pulled her close, and slammed her face against the bench tabletop, smearing food from the trays that were left.
“You want to say that again?” She lifted her head up