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ask questions about where the money came from or where he’d been.
    â€œWho is that?” she asked in a whisper.
    â€œThat’s the Eleventh Street Gang leader, Raibel Canales. He’s not exactly a friend.” Aiden grabbed one of the paper bags and used it to hide the gun in his hand.
    â€œNo shit, Sherlock.” Raibel, why did that name sound familiar? Did she want to remember? Probably not, but she couldn’t stop the wheels from turning now.
    Raibel sauntered toward the driver’s-side door and leaned his forearms on the open window.
    â€œ Que bolá, asere? ” Raibel’s gaze flicked from Aiden to her.
    Madison took back her initial assessment of the man. He wasn’t normal at all. The way he stared at her was more like staring into her and wondering what it would be like to turn her inside out. She’d met a few sickos like that who ran in the same circles with Dustin, and they terrified her.
    â€œHelena, right?” Raibel pointed at her.
    Madison froze. Fucking fuckity fuck.
    â€œHow’s Alison? It’s been a while since I saw her.”
    Alison Plunderland was a derby girl with a short fuse, plenty of brawling buddies, and a little black book thicker than the Bible. Madison wasn’t close with her, but she’d been to a few of the after-parties where Alison had come in with a long-haired Cuban man at her side. Without the long hair, Raibel’s features were sharper, more defined.
    â€œShe’s good,” Madison said for lack of a better answer. The last she’d seen of Alison the girl was turning in her notice for a month off. Or was it two now? She’d come to a few practices with a black eye and limping, but Madison had never found out why and Alison never came back. Looking at Raibel now, she wouldn’t be surprised if he were Alison’s reason for leaving.
    â€œI should give her a call, see how she’s doing.”
    â€œWhat do you want, Canales?” Aiden asked before Madison’s mouth could get her into trouble.
    â€œJust checking in on a friend.” Raibel shrugged. “That’s not allowed?”
    â€œWhen have we ever been friends?” Aiden draped an arm on the steering wheel and turned his body toward Raibel, partially blocking her view.
    â€œI wasn’t talking to you.” Raibel cocked his head to the side. “Hey, Helena, want to come take a ride in a real car?”
    Oh, hell to the never no.
    â€œWhat? You can’t pick up your own chicks now, Canales?”
    Raibel slashed a glare Aiden’s way. “That’s some talk, coming from you.”
    â€œHey, I can bring my own girl to the party, that’s not a problem for me. If you need a date, though, I might be able to help you out. I’m a nice guy.” Aiden’s smile was more a baring of teeth.
    â€œYour own girl? Yeah? But what about bringing a car? Can you do that?”
    Aiden gestured to the dash of the Challenger. “Looks like it. So where’s this party happening? Am I invited?”
    â€œOh, you’ll get your invitation, DeHart.” Raibel ground his teeth. From the way he stared at Aiden, turning him inside out was just the beginning of what Raibel wanted to do. “I know what you did.”
    â€œI’m sorry, what I did? You’re going to have to be a little clearer.”
    Raibel pounded the door with his fist.
    â€œWow, hey, easy on the paint,” Aiden snapped. He leveled the gun at his door, right at the Cuban man.
    â€œI fucking know what you did,” Raibel whispered through clenched teeth. He didn’t even glance at the gun, not the least bit concerned that he could get a bullet in the groin.
    Madison didn’t dare breathe. If Aiden had a gun, what were these other guys packing?
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about, sorry,” Aiden said.
    â€œYou do, and you’ll pay.” Raibel wagged his finger in Aiden’s face. Raibel