Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
RORY
We ended up spending the weekend together, and thankfully they hadn’t seemed to have told Caden or Tyler about it since they hadn’t shown up.
I slept between them each night, and no one brought up what had gone down between us all on Friday night. We just hung out, slept, and repeated.
Josie had called to check in, being completely okay with me staying out since I kept in contact.
Breakfast on Monday morning felt almost normal too. Lukas and Jensen sat at the table with me, shoveling food into their mouths while I drank coffee. They were discussing a party, and I found myself zoning out, my fingers moving back and forth over the back of my neck where the needle had been.
I needed to figure out who that asshole was and ask him what the fuck he’d injected me with. Had I had an episode with hallucinations? Did it even happen?
I pressed a little harder and my skin felt tender, confirming it was real.
“Are you okay?” Lukas asked, drawing my attention and finding both of them watching me.
“I’m fine.”
“So you’re coming to school?”
“Doubtful,” I scoffed, finishing my coffee and placing the cup on the table in front of me. “I’ll do the work at home. I’m only a little bit behind.”
I was super behind, and I was surprised the school hadn’t expelled me for it.
“Want us to stay with you?” Jensen offered, but I shook my head.
“I’ll get more done if I’m alone. If you guys don’t show up at school, Holloway and Ty will only come looking for you.”
Jensen didn’t seem convinced, but Lukas nodded. “Alright. Call us if you need company.”
I smiled as he got to his feet and moved towards me, dropping a kiss on my lips. “Stay out of trouble. I love you.”
Warmth filled me, and I fought not to swoon. It was weird hearing him say it, but it made me feel really good too.
“I love you too,” I murmured, his face lighting up with a huge smile back. “I’ll talk to you later. I should go.”
I thought Jensen was going to kiss the shit out of me too, but he raked his fingers through my hair affectionately. “If you need somewhere to hide, come back here. You’ll be let in. My house will always be yours too.”
“Softie,” I teased, getting to my feet and hesitating before giving him a hug. “Thanks for letting me stay all weekend.”
“Any time. I love you.”
“You guys are in a good mood this morning,” I chuckled lightly, and he winked.
“Can you blame us? But I’m not dancing around my feelings anymore. I’ll tell you every fucking day until you believe me.”
Part of me wanted to say I loved him back, but I needed a little more time. I’d already taken that step with Lukas, and taking it again was too much for me to handle right now.
“I’ll talk to you later,” I promised, standing on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss before I could change my mind, then I grabbed my things and left to avoid making them late for school.
I’d intended on heading home, but the thought of being alone in the house freaked me out a little. Skeeter wasn’t at his house, and Mule wasn’t answering my texts to hang out, so I found myself driving to the Shed.
If Skeeter’s McLaren wasn’t there, I’d leave.
Thankfully, it was there when I arrived, so I parked beside it and wandered inside, almost getting knocked over by Diesel as he appeared in front of me just inside the door.
“You can’t be here,” he hissed, making me frown.
“Why not? Skeet wasn’t home, so—”
“Now isn’t the time for you to be curious. Get in your car and go home,” he said sharply, cursing as the sound of motorcycles sounded outside. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to get your ass killed, Donovan.”
“What’s going on?” I asked slowly, just as Slash stalked over.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I stumbled slightly as he grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me closer. “You’re on your last fucking warning, I swear to God. I’m going to—”
The door opened and Slash shoved me out of the way, a dark chuckle coming from the new guy, who’d just stepped inside. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?”
“I told you not to come here,” Slash scowled, and Diesel grabbed my wrist to tug me back a few steps, moving to stand in front of me to act as a shield.
My eyes dropped to the logo on the guy’s leather jacket, seeing he was part of the Devil’s Armada crew.
Whoever this guy was, he was obviously dangerous, and this could turn into a crew shoot-out fast.
“When have I ever listened to you?” he grinned, his dark brown eyes sliding to me. “Who do we have here?”
“None of your fucking business,” I said sweetly, my eyes widening a fraction as the man who’d injected me stepped inside next, his eyes flashing with amusement at my reaction.
If these guys were all part of a rival crew, that meant it was a really bad thing that one of them had been inside my house.
Maybe he’d tried to overdose me but it hadn’t worked?
He didn’t have a jacket on, but I had a feeling he was a member from the way he carried himself.
“Get in the fucking office. This doesn’t concern you,” Slash spat at me, his eyes narrowing when he noticed a bandage on the second guy’s forearm. “What happened to you? Pissed someone off already?”
The man smirked, looking right at me. “A hellcat got me. Thanks for your concern, Russo.”
Slash glanced back at me when he noticed the man staring, and I quickly averted my gaze.
Would I get in trouble for not telling Skeeter about this guy?
“Get your eyes off her. She’s ours,” Slash said, surprising me slightly.
“That’s news to me,” I mumbled, wincing as Diesel elbowed me a little harder than necessary. “What?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said under his breath, and I sighed.
“Why? The one on the left looks a little bit shifty. I vote you kill him,” I said flatly, forcing myself to stay still as the man in question took a step closer.
“I’m Marco. What’s a pretty thing like you doing in this shithole?” His smile was sly as he assessed me, his voice dropping. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”
“No. I’d remember a fucked up face like yours for sure,” I answered, scowling as I was jerked away and Skeeter stood in front of me, his gun aimed at Marco’s head. “Skeet!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Skeeter barked at me, taking a menacing step towards Marco. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”
“Good to see you too, man. You practically invited us, so don’t act surprised that we showed up,” Marco snorted, not seeming fazed by the gun that was pointed at him. “Your girlfriend isn’t putting out right if you’re still this tense.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Oh, my bad. She’s available then? Hey, Princess. How about you come home with me and Hunter? You’ll come so many times you’ll pass out,” Marco said as he leaned a little to the left to see me from behind Skeeter. “I’ll even let you spend the night to snuggle.”
Skeeter snarled but the other guy, who I assumed was Hunter, rolled his eyes and motioned for Marco to step back, which he did immediately.
“We’re not here to fuck your girl, we’re here to return another.
” He clicked his fingers and Lonnie was dragged in by someone else, tape across her mouth and her arms bound behind her back.
Her eyes went wide as she was forced to her knees in front of Skeeter, muffled noises coming from behind the tape as she panicked.
“We know what you’re up to. Why bother spying when you could be a man and ask me what you want to know? ”
“Fine. Donovan, go home. This is crew business,” Skeeter said in a clipped tone, but Hunter laughed.
“Nah, let the girl stay. Word on the street is that you tell her everything anyway. Don’t act all coy about it, I heard you’re in love. Congrats, brother. She must be fantastic in the sack if you want to keep her.”
“How about you go and fuck yourself since it’s obvious that no one’s doing it for you,” I bit out, not liking how cocky he was. He didn’t know me at all, and it was obvious he was just trying to get a rise out of Skeeter.
“A lot of mouth for a little fucking girl. If you’re going to open your mouth, the least you can do is put my dick in it,” Hunter replied with narrowed eyes, not seeming happy that I was getting involved.
“Come over here and say it. I’ll knock your teeth down your throat,” I warned, trying to move around Skeeter, but his hand shot out to grab the back of my neck to haul me back. “I can take him on!”
“You’ll do as you're told and wait in the office for me!” Skeeter snapped, and I didn’t miss the hatred radiating out of Slash. He was pissed at me, and it only got worse when Hunter snickered.
“If you can’t control her, send her my way. I don’t mind putting her in line.”
“What the fuck are you going to do, Rivera? Talk her to death? You won’t hurt her,” Slash scoffed, and Hunter bent down to rip the tape off Lonnie’s mouth, making me wince as she started screeching.
“I didn’t tell them anything! They’re lying if they say I did! I did what you asked me to!”
Hunter’s gaze kept flicking to me, but he spoke to Slash.
“Don’t listen to her. The second she was on my dick, she was putty in my hands.
Don’t send desperate girls into enemy territory, they’ll say anything.
She had a lot to say about Skeet and Aurora.
I’m interested to know more about Liam, though. Why’d you let this bitch kill him?”
I kept my face blank, knowing this could be a trap for information, and Slash chuckled.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your spy has a tell when she lies. She said a lot, and she got all twitchy when talking about random shit. When she talked about Aurora and Liam though? Truth. So, why’d you let some girl kill one of your members?
Word on the street is that you’re letting Skeet’s bitch join the Psychos, and she’s walking all over you. ”
Skeeter’s fingers tightened around the nape of my neck as I reached for my pocket, Hunter’s eyes tracking the movement. I was only going to stab the guy a little bit.
“Office,” Skeeter said firmly in my ear, not releasing his grip on me until I agreed.