Chapter 4 #2
I shoved her to the floor once I’d locked us in the office, and Slash glared down at her with annoyance.
“I thought you were kicked out?”
Lonnie laughed nervously, knowing she was in trouble. “Uh, I just—”
“You just nothing,” I spat, forcing myself not to punch her in the fucking face. “I told you not to come back, so what are you doing here?”
“Why isn’t Rory getting yelled at too? She pulled a knife on me!”
“She’s not banned!”
“Since when? Make up your mind, Skeeter. You throw her out every second day at this point. Why? You crawl right back to her like a bitch in heat!”
My foot slammed into her side and she cried out in pain, clutching her ribs as I squatted beside her.
“My business with Rory is none of your concern.”
“Everyone knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger. I know she killed Liam, so why isn’t she being punished? He was a member!” she screamed, my eyes flicking to Slash, who looked pissed. Crew whores weren’t supposed to know about our business, they were only here to fight and fuck.
“Who told you Liam’s dead?” I asked calmly, returning my attention to her.
“I heard you two fighting about it the other night. What’s so special about her?” Frustration filled her eyes as she tried to get up and I shoved her back down again. “Let me up! How can you fall for a girl like her? I’ve been here for ages and I do everything you want. Why didn’t you pick me?”
“You want the list?” I offered, standing at my full height. “You’re annoying. I can’t stand your fucking voice. You’re terrible in bed.” A gasp of offense left her, but I continued. “You’re needy, desperate, and literally everything I hate.”
“How is she any different?”
“Apart from the fact that she’s good in bed? She’d kill for me and my crew.”
“I’d do anything for you and the crew!”
“Prove it,” Slash said firmly, and I had to force myself to keep my expression off my face. The plan was to deal with her and get the guys to clean up the mess, not send her on a mission.
“Anything,” she nodded, scrambling to her feet.
“I need a spy. Do you think you could do that for me?” he asked, and I got a bad feeling about this when he grinned. “We have a little problem that we need information about. You know the Devils, right?”
“Slash,” I warned, but he waved a hand at me dismissively, pissing me off a little.
“Your friend runs it, right?” she asked, glancing at me.
“Call him my friend again and I’ll beat you to a bloody pulp,” I scowled, considering doing it anyway. This bitch was more trouble than she was worth, and whatever plan Slash had was only going to backfire.
She swallowed nervously, her eyes sliding back to Slash. “What do you need?”
“I need you to insert yourself as one of their crew whores temporarily. Report back to me with any information you find. It seems like they’re poking their noses into Ashburn Valley again, and I want to know why,” Slash replied, a sly smile on his lips.
“It would really impress me. You’re the only girl I can trust with this task. ”
She was going to run her mouth to them about us instead because Hunter Rivera could smooth-talk his way into a nun’s panties if he wanted to. He could be ruthless like me, but he was a charming piece of shit too.
Slash was ruining my plans to murder her. The Devils’ presence in Ashburn Valley was making me twitchy, and spilling blood was the only way to avoid me taking it out on the wrong people.
Rory was lucky I hadn’t bent her over and made her bleed right here in front of Slash a few moments ago.
Lonnie’s face lit up, and I knew I wasn’t going to get to murder her annoying ass.
“You’d trust me with that?”
“Of course. I think he’s here to sabotage our drug trade tomorrow night, so try and keep him away from the park in the Heights, got it?”
This was the stupidest bitch I’d ever come across. We didn’t have a drug deal tomorrow, he was baiting her because he knew she would swoon all over Hunter and tell him everything.
Hunter wasn’t stupid, he’d know she was a spy and would get the information out of her, then simply kill her, saving us the cleanup.
Slash gave me a look to stay quiet, and Lonnie was too wrapped up in her own bullshit to realize he was playing her.
“You won’t regret this!” she beamed, scampering from the room before we could change our minds, and I turned to Slash, my eyes narrowed.
“Seriously? You couldn’t let me just slit her throat and call it a day?”
“It’s a smart plan. Admit it.”
“I won’t admit shit. You’re doing it again, you know? Making crew plans without consulting the rest of us. You’re pissing people off.”
“Me? You’re the one with academy pussy wrapped around your finger. We’ll have a meeting about it right now. Kick the fighters out, we need privacy,” he answered, and I didn’t get far before he stopped me. “And, Skeet? You’re to stay here for this.”
“I’ll run Aurora home then—”
“You’re my right-hand, so fucking act like it. Make one of those rich pricks pick her up.”
“They’re in class. It honestly won’t take me long.”
“If you fucking leave, don’t bother coming back,” he said sharply.
“We have better shit to do with our time than running bitches around like a taxi service. You’re either part of this crew, or you’re not.
End of story. Brick or Diesel can take her home if you really don’t want her walking back, but you’d better not walk out that damn door. I mean it.”
He shoved past me and I struggled not to throw a punch at the back of his head. I already knew the plan, I was here when he’d said it to Lonnie and knew what he was up to, so it made sense for me to be the one to miss the meeting.
To save the trouble though, I stalked out of the office and headed towards Diesel, knowing I could trust him to keep her safe.
“What happened? Lonnie skipped out of there like you’d handed her your dick on a platter,” Diesel grunted quietly, his eyes glued to Rory as she laughed at something Mule said.
“Long story. I’ll fill you in later. Slash is calling a meeting and kicking everyone out. He won’t let me leave to take Rory home but said you could. I hate asking, but—”
“I’d much rather deal with your girlfriend than Slash. No need to beg me,” he joked, irritation washing through me.
“She’s not my girlfriend, asshole.”
“So you keep saying. Am I taking her to Holloway’s, or your house?” he asked dryly, fishing his keys from his pocket.
“Holloway’s place. I have a feeling Slash will keep me here all fucking day out of spite,” I sighed, patting his shoulder in thanks before walking towards Rory and her friend. Her friend took a step back from me as I approached, but Rory took a step closer and winced.
“Am I in trouble?”
“You’re always in fucking trouble. We’ve got Psychos business to deal with, so everyone needs to clear out. I can’t run you home, so Diesel will.”
“Will you fill me in later?” she asked slowly, and I almost said yes. I couldn’t tell her shit though, and I had to remind myself of that.
“It’s none of your business. Just do as you’re told,” I said firmly and went to turn, but she grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“Stay safe. Can you at least text me tonight to let me know you’re okay?”
This damn girl was twisting me up inside. It felt good to have someone genuinely worry about me, but at the same time, I hated it.
These feelings were what got people killed.
“I’ll text you,” I murmured, leaning down to give her a quick kiss before I could stop myself. “Stay home and don’t get yourself into any more trouble.”
“I’ll let you know where I am if I need to leave,” she said without argument, and that surprised me. She could tell this was serious, thankfully, and was treating it as such.
With Hunter’s boys sneaking around, I didn’t want her wandering the neighborhood alone. For all I knew, they’d already seen her associating with us or heard gossip.
That would put her straight on their radar.
“Good. Go with D. I don’t care if you take your friend with you, just don’t come back here and piss Slash off.”
The girls grabbed their things while I told everyone else to leave, and before long, it was only members of the Psychos left in the room, so I could speak more freely.
“We need a fucking plan because there’s no way in hell that I’m letting the Devils get comfortable here. Hunter and Marco need to be put in the ground before they become a problem.”
Anger, frustration, and pain filled me at the thought of killing the two people who’d meant the world to me once upon a time, but they’d made their choice and proven their loyalty to the Devils by trying to take me down, so it was about time I repaid the favor.
“We can’t just kill them,” Brick stated bluntly, crossing his arms. “It’ll start a war. I think we should find out what they want first.”
“Doesn’t matter what they want if they’re dead,” Matteo muttered, and for once, I agreed with him.
“Maybe not, but we don’t know if they’ve got ties with other crews. We don’t want any surprises,” Brick pointed out, and I wanted to strangle him for being right.
At one point, we were the Devils’ allies, but not anymore.
Who was to say they hadn’t struck a deal with another crew to take us out?
“Well, we can cross the Reapers off the list. Hendricks would rather shoot himself than work beside Hunter fucking Rivera,” Matteo snorted, waving a hand in Slash’s direction.
“It’s unlikely the Kings would work with anyone other than the Soldiers or Demons.
The Soldiers only work with the Kings when they’re forced to, and I’m pretty sure the Demons are too busy going to war with the Reapers right now to give a shit about anyone else. ”
The Shadow Kings, Hell’s Demons, and Satan’s Soldiers crews didn’t play well with others, it was a known fact. They weren’t exactly friendly with each other, but the Kings scared the shit out of Razor, the leader of the Soldiers, so he let them walk all over him and his crew.
Justin Lopez, the leader of the Demons, loved the chaos of war, so he regularly sided with the Kings just for the sake of it.
I’d rather fucking die than let the Kings use me like a fucking puppet.
“That only really leaves the Skull and Bone crew, who don’t even come near the state, and the MC clubs avoid crew drama, thanks to the Kings MC,” I said in a bored tone. “There’s literally no one else around at the moment.”
“What about hitmen?” Matteo stated, and even Slash snorted at that.
“I don’t think any hitmen would want to start beef with an entire crew. The Devils aren’t rich enough to hire someone for that many murders.”
“I’m more worried about the Donovan girl than Rivera and his dogs,” Samuel said flatly, his eyes on me. “I know she killed Liam to keep you safe, but what happens if someone like the Devils took her and tortured her for information? What have you been telling her?”
“I don’t tell her shit about the crew,” I bit out defensively.
“And Lonnie? She’s becoming a problem. Why did you let her walk out of here unharmed? Not to mention Donovan, who pulled a fucking knife out in the cage,” he scoffed.
“Slash can explain Lonnie, but Donovan is my problem, okay? No one else touches her,” I warned, and Matteo let out a light chuckle.
“We know. The problem is, you’re not dealing with her. You’re letting a fucking academy brat walk all over you, and it’s making us look pathetic, Skeet. You love that girl? Let her the fuck go before she gets killed,” he demanded, others mumbling in agreement.
Slash looked smug, but his face fell a fraction when I motioned to him.
“Why are you guys mad at me? He’s the asshole who keeps making decisions on our behalf. He just sent Lonnie to spy on the Devils after she said she knows Aurora killed Liam.”
“Why the fuck does she know that? Did Donovan talk?” Brick asked, but he didn’t seem convinced. “I didn’t think she’d have the balls to rat herself out like that to someone.”
“No, she hasn’t told anyone,” I said before Slash could answer, his eyes burning into the side of my head. “Lonnie overheard me and Slash talking about it. She’ll tell the Devils how we’re letting a girl do our dirty work.”
“Wouldn’t be a problem if you stopped letting that bitch hang around here,” Matteo mumbled, having no problem glaring at me.
“You know I’m right. If any of us had a girl around that spoke to you or Slash like Donovan does, you’d have killed them already.
She’s not even your girl, she belongs to Holloway and his boys. ”
This was going nowhere. It was going to be a long fucking day.