Chapter 11 #3
“You break into my damn house and fuck my girl. The least you can do is be on call for a cleanup in the future,” Caden huffed, and I ignored the part about me being his girl.
“Can you two not argue right now?” Jensen ordered, looking at me as his expression softened. “You’re really okay? It’s fine if you’re not.”
“He can’t hurt me again. Do you know how fucking good that feels? I shouldn’t feel good about the fact that I murdered someone, but I can’t help it,” I replied carefully, flicking my gaze to Skeeter. “You guys buried him deep, right?”
“Nope.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked in a panic, and he gave me a look that said I was dumb.
“A guy like Tristan going missing means the cops get involved. It would turn into a huge thing with news coverage and everything. Don’t worry, it won’t fall back on you.
We’ve handled it. Just don’t kill anyone else without giving me some warning if you can help it.
It’s an easier process if I already have a plan,” he said as if it was normal to just kill people.
“You sure I won’t—”
“Aurora, we handled it,” he said firmly, obviously done with the conversation.
“How’s D?” I asked as I tried to calm the inner panic, making him scowl.
“Just text each other. I’m not the middle man.”
“Fine.” I pulled my phone out to text him, and Skeeter was suddenly on his feet and snatched it from my hands with a growl. “Do you want me to text him or not, caveman?”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Then give my phone back,” I said sweetly, his eyes narrowing. He knew I was taunting him for the fun of it, and he’d played right into my bullshit.
He gave it back as he wrapped my hair around his fist, tugging my head back to look down at me. “Don’t play games with me. You won’t win.”
“Possessive sex sounds like a win, if you ask me,” I chuckled.
“You won’t get to come.”
“Maybe not, but you forget that I don’t need you to get me off. Holloway will if you can’t.”
I was pushing it, and even Tyler sounded nervous as he huffed out a laugh.
“Hey, can we focus on the murder that already happened and not a new one?”
“I won’t murder her, but her pussy’s another thing,” Skeeter deadpanned, forcing me down on the bed to cuddle.
“Oh no, not a terrifying cuddle. Someone help me,” I snorted, laughing as he jabbed me in the ribs.
“Sit still and shut up. Diesel said it’s tense at the Shed today. Slash is stomping around like an idiot, and he’s pissed that I’m not there.”
“Are you supposed to be?”
“Yeah, we had a job this morning, but those lazy fuckers can handle one thing without me. There are fights tonight, so I’ll have to go in later to run that.”
“Can I come?”
“Absolutely not,” he grunted, and Caden looked at me like I was crazy.
“Why the fuck would you even want to? You need to stay away from them.”
“I like to fight. There’s nowhere else around that I can,” I replied with irritation. “Not to mention the money’s good.”
“You have a fucking unlimited credit card,” Caden said flatly, my nose wrinkling with disgust.
“No, your mom does. It’s not mine. Relying on others gets you nowhere. My family had money until one day they didn’t. Financial security isn’t secure unless it’s your own,” I pointed out.
“You’re impossible. You need more clothes, you own two pairs of shoes, and I know you don’t eat every day. Ask Mom to put some money into an account of your choice if you’re that worried someone will take it away from you,” Caden argued, and Skeeter groaned.
“You’re such a privileged rich fucker. She doesn’t want the money because she likes to work for it. She’s not a trust fund baby like you.”
“Yes, she is. She lived like this as a kid.”
“Yeah, until someone took it away and she learned to rely on herself. What does she need more shoes for, anyway? She only has two feet,” Skeeter said dryly, and I couldn’t help but smile. He understood my reasons perfectly.
Caden studied me, but Jensen sat on the edge of the bed with a nod. “Maybe you could ask Josie to help get you a job if it’s that important to you?”
“Dude, don’t give her ideas,” Caden hissed, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Normal people get jobs, Holloway. Josie wants me to finish school first. Wouldn’t it be funny if I worked for her and became the boss when she retired? I’d own your ass.”
“Hilarious,” he scoffed.
My phone rang, and I was surprised to see Lukas’ name on the screen, instantly answering it. “Hey, are you okay?”
“No.” His breath was shaky, and I sat up as if it would help me hear him better.
“Where are you?”
“At home. Can you come over? Alone? Mom’s not here,” he stated, and Jensen must have heard his voice because his eyes widened.
“Is that Luke?”
“Yes,” I answered Jensen before swatting Skeeter’s grabby hands away so I could get to my feet. “I’ll be there soon, I’m just at home.”
“Don’t bring anyone with you,” he repeated, his voice hitching with worry.
“I won’t, I’ll come alone,” I promised, moving the phone away from my ear to speak to the others. “I’m going to Luke’s. Don’t follow me.”
Jensen looked like he wanted to argue, but Tyler gave him a look before nodding at me.
“We’ll leave him alone. Tell him we’re here if he needs us.”
Skeeter stretched and said goodbye to the guys as he followed me from the room, eavesdropping on my phone call without shame.
“I’m just leaving now. The guys aren’t going to follow, but they said to let them know if you need them. Do you need anything?” I asked, returning my attention back to Lukas.
“Just you.”
He hung up and I frowned at the phone, Skeeter’s voice snapping me out of my confusion. “Is he okay?”
“Like you give a fuck.”
“I tease the little shit, but he’s a good kid. Is he in trouble?”
“I don’t think so. He’s just dealing with a lot. Sorry to bail on you after asking you to stay,” I sighed, enjoying the sweet kiss he placed on my temple as we shoved our shoes on to leave.
“That’s okay, I have things I should be doing anyway. Call me if Luke’s in trouble and you’re in over your head,” he demanded, giving me another kiss and snatching Caden’s keys off the kitchen counter. “Yo, Holloway! I’m taking your car!”
Footsteps sounded as Caden sprinted downstairs, skidding to a stop in front of us.
“Like fuck. Why would I let you take my car?”
“Do you want the crime scene removed, or not? I’ll return it tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I need it today!”
“Just ride with Gilbert or Ty for one day, it won’t kill you,” Skeeter snickered, pocketing the McLaren keys so Caden couldn’t use his car while he was gone, and I walked off to let them deal with their issues.
Lukas was more important right now than a rich boy and a criminal arguing over cars.