RILEY’S POV “Third heist of the month,” I shouted, raising an invisible glass with my free hand. “Here’s to many more.” “To our gaddamn luck,” Avery fired back, unleashing that low, wicked laugh of hers— the kind that cut through the adrenaline and had me laughing right along with her, despite the pounding in my chest. For a moment everything else vanished, it was just us, the bike, and the thrill of speed. For a fleeting moment, I let my mind drift back to those endless nights after the accident that stole my parents from me, turning me into a homeless orphan. I couldn’t forget the raw ache of grief and the biting chill of the streets where I’d curled up alone,praying death should come to take me to my parents. Avery had found me there, a wild, fierce girl with tangled hair and defiant golden eyes. She’d pressed a stolen loaf of bread into my trembling hands when hunger had nearly killed me. Since then, she had become my ride-or-die, the only thing close to family I had l
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