Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
RORY
Waking up after a late night of studying, knowing I was the only person home, was almost bliss. Until I realized I had company.
Josie was on a plane out of state for a meeting, Caden apparently crashed at Tyler’s house with Lukas and Jensen, and the staff had the day off since no one was home, other than me.
My room was dark, thanks to the blackout curtains, but I didn’t miss the shift in material as someone moved.
“Who the fuck is in here?” I demanded, hoping the fear didn’t come through in my voice.
A chuckle was followed by footsteps, the curtains opening and almost blinding me as I found Marco standing by them with a grin.
“Impressive. I barely moved.”
“Why are you creeping? Are you here to inject me with more poison, you fucking weirdo?” I asked, his mouth kicking up into a smirk.
“I didn’t even inject you with poison or you’d be dead, you drama queen. It was just a sedative.”
“Why? What did you fucking do to me?”
“I didn’t touch you, babe. I just wanted to see what you’d do and go through your things, that’s all. Which begs the question, why didn’t you tell Skeet a strange man broke in with a syringe and drugged you?”
I stayed silent, eyeing him as he moved closer and placed a knee on the bed.
“Get out or I’ll call him.”
“No, you won’t.” He crawled closer, stopping when he was right beside me, then the prick laid down to get comfortable as if we were buddies hanging out. “So, are you crazy in bed, or do you have blackmail over Skeet? It’s not like him to be so territorial over pussy.”
“You need to leave.”
“I will once Hunt is ready to go,” he answered, panic chilling my veins.
“Hunter’s here too?”
“Of course. He’s nosey,” he laughed, my gaze jerking to the door as Hunter walked in with a beer in hand.
“I must admit, you rich bastards buy good beer,” he said casually, taking a swig before smiling at me. “Morning. How’d you sleep?”
“You guys need to go. Skeet will be pissed if he finds out you’ve been here,” I snapped, grateful that I’d slept in shorts and a shirt so I could climb out of bed to get away from Marco.
He just rolled onto his back and got more comfortable, apparently letting his boss lead the conversation this time.
“We’re friends, not foe,” Hunter said as he tilted his head at me, raking his gaze over my body. “If you’re mad at your man for yesterday, feel free to use me to piss him off.”
“I’m not mad at him. He’s just busy and doesn’t need to give me attention all the time,” I scoffed, trying to reach for my phone, but Marco beat me to it, snatching it away. “Hey!”
“No need to call for help. We just want to talk,” he tsked, my heartbeat increasing as Hunter walked towards me.
I grabbed my knife from the bedside table and swiped it at him, making him laugh. “Whoa, babe. I’m not here to hurt you. I don’t make a habit of hurting girls.”
“You literally killed Lonnie yesterday,” I snapped as I backed up more until I hit the wall. “I won’t turn on Skeet and I don’t know anything about the Psychos’ business. Skeet and I just fuck sometimes, that’s it.”
“Doubtful. Skeet doesn’t give a fuck about the person attached to the pussy he’s fucking. It was very obvious that he gives a fuck about you,” Marco said as he sat up, dropping his legs over the edge of the bed to watch me.
“Why does it matter? If you think using me will be good revenge, think again. You can’t break me to hurt him,” I warned, holding the knife out in front of myself more as Hunter approached. “Ask your buddy, I’ll fucking stab you.”
“Who do you think patched him up?” he chuckled, assessing me. “I’ve been doing some digging. Josie Holloway isn’t your mom and was never married to your father, so why are you here? Your father’s Max Donovan, right? If he left—”
“What can I say? Max is a piece of shit. I’m just staying here until I’m eighteen.”
“Max seems to piss people off as a hobby. He owes a lot of people money, including me,” Hunter said with a sigh. “What are we going to do about that?”
“Feel free to kill him,” I offered, and Marco snickered.
“That won’t get us our money back.”
“I don’t have any money. Like I said, I’m just staying here. If you thought you could use me to get the money from the Psychos instead, good luck. They hate me,” I scoffed, lowering the knife when Hunter put some distance between us.
“You intrigue me, that’s all. Thought we could be friends,” Hunter replied.
“Skeet doesn’t like you, which means I don’t like you. You can’t use me to get under his skin, so don’t waste your time.”
I went to walk past him, but he moved fast, knocking the knife out of my hand and yanking my arms behind my back, pulling me against him. I was practically getting a damn handful of his junk as he held both my wrists in one hand, the other sliding around my waist to rest on my stomach.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day,” he warned, his breath fanning across my neck as I tried to fight him. “I see why Skeet likes you.” The click of a gun had me freezing, cool metal pressing against my temple as Marco moved into view.
“Where’s your dad?”
“I don’t know!” He pressed a little harder and I winced. “I really don’t. I’d tell you if I knew. I hate him.”
“Why? Wouldn’t Daddy buy you a new car? I noticed Skeet gave you his Corvette, which is another sign that you’re not just a fuck. Start telling me the truth.”
“He let me borrow the car, it wasn’t a gift,” I snorted. “Max has treated me like shit my entire life. Josie kicked him out when she found out he’d let her husband rape me multiple times.”
Hunter’s grip loosened a fraction, his voice right next to my ear. “He let him do that?”
“His debts have haunted me since I was a kid. So whatever you’re going to do to me, hurry up and get it over with,” I demanded, my voice cracking slightly. “He doesn’t give a shit about me though, so if you think it will send him a message, you’re wrong.”
They were silent for a second before the gun was removed from my head and Hunter let me go, and I spun around to face them as Hunter spoke. “We don’t take payments in flesh. I don’t need to force myself on someone to get my kicks,” he said gruffly, motioning to Marco. “Let’s go. She can’t help us.”
Marco looked annoyed about not being allowed to shoot me, but he did as he was told and left the room, leaving Hunter to stare at me for a moment alone.
“Are you really here looking for my dad?” I asked, and he shrugged.
“Yes, and no. There’s talk about you, you know? The fact that you’re known as Skeet’s girl has put a huge target on your head. He has a lot of enemies, Hot Shot. I’d keep my eyes open, if I were you.”
“I’m aware, I’m not stupid,” I bit out, sucking in a sharp breath when he stepped closer until he was almost touching me.
“You’re not stupid, but I can tell that Skeet keeps you in the dark about a lot.
I run the Devil’s Armada crew, but you didn’t know who the hell I was because he hasn’t told you shit.
We’re the least of your problems because we run our crew like the Psychos.
Other crews, though? They’re old school.
They’d kidnap you, gang rape you, then return you broken and bleeding without a second thought, just because they can. ”
“Why are you telling me this?” I choked out, hating that I was eating up this information, but he was right, Skeet didn't tell me shit.
“Skeet thinks keeping you in the dark about it will keep you safe, but it won’t.
I don’t find joy in the thought of you paying for his sins.
When he fucks up, and he will, run to me.
I’ll do what he won’t. Why hasn’t he killed those who hurt you?
If you were my girl, they’d be dead and buried by now. ”
“I’d never run to you for help,” I answered as he turned to leave, and he smirked over his shoulder.
“You will. I’d almost bet money on it.”
I barely even breathed until I heard their motorcycles start outside, and I ran to the window to make sure they both left.
My phone was lying on my bed, and I contemplated calling Skeeter, but paused. They hadn’t actually hurt me, and the Psychos were already annoyed that Skeeter kept running off to help me.
Calling him would just cause more drama.
I startled as my phone rang in my hands, and I frowned when Slash’s name flashed across the screen.
“Morning, Satan,” I said flatly as I answered, hoping he didn’t sense any of my panic from my morning visitors.
He snorted, his car revving in the background. “Morning, cum bucket. I need to talk to you. Be dressed and ready in five minutes.”
He hung up and I groaned, glancing down at myself. I could ignore his request and just not answer the door when he arrived, but I walked towards the closet to find some clothes, getting ready for the day in record time.
I’d just made my coffee when the Mustang pulled into the driveway, texting him to let himself in. He could wait for me to have my damn coffee before yelling at me.
“I meant I wanted you waiting outside for me,” Slash grunted as he wandered into the kitchen a moment later, his eyes narrowed on my coffee. “Did you just climb out of bed?”
“Yep. Make pleasant conversation until I finish my coffee. I’d hate to get mad and stab you before the caffeine touches my soul,” I deadpanned, making him roll his eyes.
“Hurry up, I want to take you somewhere.”
“I’m not stupid enough to get in a car with you.”
“What do you think I’m going to do? Kill you?”
“You might.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he chuckled, and I jerked back from him as he reached out to touch my face. “You’re jumpy this morning. Did the Devils scare you?”
“Why would they scare me? All they did was crack jokes and kill some bitch I had beef with. I should send them a thank you card,” I answered, narrowing my eyes on him. “You knew she’d get killed if you sent her in there.”
“You’re welcome,” he said flatly. “I should make you choke on my dick to say thank you.”
“You didn’t do it for me. You would’ve sent me in if you could’ve.”
“You know too much.”