Chapter 2 #3
Marco just laughed, his voice full of taunting. “Then don’t start shooting. We just wanted to come and say hi.” He stepped to the side, getting a better look at me. “You need to hold your hands up in front of your face more unless getting punched is your thing.”
“Come here and I’ll punch you instead,” I bit out, stepping around Slash as Marco moved closer.
“Getting punched by you is only going to make my cock hard, Princess,” he murmured, laughing as I punched him in the chest. “That’s better. Put your hands on me.”
I smirked, pulling my fist back to punch him in the face, but I was tugged back just as Skeeter launched himself at Marco, the prick only laughing more as he threw punches back.
I tried to pull them off each other, but Slash gripped the back of my neck hard, keeping me close as he bent down to speak. “Word of warning. Don’t ever get between those two.”
“You’re not going to stop them?” I demanded, and Hunter just gave me a wink.
“It’s like foreplay, babe. They’re just messing around. Be a good girl and stay back.”
“Do you want a punch in the fucking face too?”
“By you? Absolutely,” he chuckled, wetting his lips as he eyed me.
My pussy throbbed from the intensity of his stare. His eyes made so many promises that I was definitely trying to ignore, and I snapped out of it as Slash shoved me at Jensen and got between Marco and Skeeter, motioning for some of the Psychos to help.
With Skeeter held back, Marco put his hands up and stopped, a maniacal grin on his face as he thumbed his split lip.
“Damn, Skeet. That actually felt like you hated me.”
Skeeter tried to lunge at him again, but Slash pushed him back.
“Enough. If you’re going to fight, get in the fucking cage. It’s easier to clean, and you assholes can’t break my shit in there.”
“You heard him,” Skeeter snarled, already taking his jacket off and tearing his shirt over his head, tossing them to the side.
“Skeet, you don’t need—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence.
“This has nothing to do with you!” he threw back, and Marco rolled his eyes.
“It has everything to do with her. You’re only mad because you know the second I smile at her, she’ll get naked and bend the fuck over for me. That pisses you off, doesn’t it?”
“She wouldn’t fucking touch you,” Skeeter spat, Marco’s eyes sliding to mine.
“I don’t think she’d fight it. Especially once I’ve made her come three times before even getting started.”
“In the cage or fuck off, Ortega,” Slash ordered, and Marco peeled his jacket and shirt off without looking away from me. I tried hard to keep my attention on his face, but it was difficult. He had the body of an athlete, and I’d been right about the amount of ink he’d been hiding.
There was an hourglass on one of his pecs, the leaves and roses from his throat tattoo moving down his chest. Skulls, roses, spiders, and webs covered every inch of him that I could see.
I couldn’t see a single bare patch of skin that wasn’t marked with ink.
“I haven’t even started and she’s drooling,” Marco joked, making me realize I’d been staring.
Skeeter was glaring at me, and I shrugged. “What? I like his ink. It’s a shame who it’s attached to though. I wouldn’t fuck that with a bag over his head.”
People snickered, but Skeeter’s jaw remained tight with annoyance. They were going to kill each other if they got in that cage.
“C’mon,” Jensen muttered, steering me towards the chairs, and I followed, not having much of a choice.
I’d barely sat down before Caden was in front of me, his fingers grabbing my face and digging into my cheeks. “What the fuck was that?”
“Nothing, I was just looking at his tattoos,” I hissed, flipping Hunter off as he smirked at me for getting scolded.
“I don’t give a fuck about that, I was talking about punching him. He could’ve fucking hurt you,” he warned, his grip loosening as worry replaced the anger in his eyes.
“I can handle Hunter and Marco.”
“Don’t worry, Holloway. You can trust me with her more than you can trust Skeet. At least I wouldn’t cut her up,” Hunter stated as he dropped down onto the chair beside mine.
I couldn’t help myself as I reached up and pushed my fingers against his hidden bullet wound, leaning closer as he hissed in discomfort.
“When are you guys going to fuck off?”
“When you stop giving me a reason to stay. Heard anything from Daddy yet?”
Caden eyed us suspiciously, but then Slash called the fight, and all of our attention went to Skeeter and Marco.
They didn’t hold back, both of them having the intention of wiping the other from the damn planet. They were bleeding, but thankfully, they both also dodged a lot of hits.
Both men were killing machines, and I was mesmerized by the power behind each punch. If I wasn’t so worried about them killing each other, I would've loved to watch this for hours.
“They’re going to really hurt each other,” I said when it was obvious this wasn’t going to end until one dropped dead, and I jumped when a loud whistle cut through the air, making me realize it was from beside me.
I turned, finding Hunter motioning to Marco, the fight ending just like that.
Skeeter shoved Marco, getting in his face. “You’re tapping out?”
“I got to throw hands at you. I’m good,” Marco answered, and Slash opened the gate to let them both out. Marco made a beeline for me, but Skeeter beat him to it and jerked me to my feet with bloodied hands.
“Get in the fucking office.”
For once, I listened, hearing Caden and the guys follow behind me, and once we were alone, Caden pointed at the door. “What the fuck was all that shit? Seriously? Hunter just sat beside you and—”
“He’s been giving her some shit lately,” Jensen added unhelpfully, all of the guys glaring at him.
“You knew and didn’t say anything?” Lukas asked, hurt in his voice. “The fuck, dude?”
“I wanted to talk to Skeet about it today, Rory knew I was telling him if she didn’t. They approached her at the gas station yesterday,” he defended, watching me as I moved to sit at Skeeter’s desk to steal one of his cigarettes.
I leaned back in the chair and put my feet up on the desk, trying to listen to the yelling in the other room, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
The door banged open after a few minutes and Skeeter stalked in with fury in his eyes.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he fumed, grabbing my feet and shoving them off the desk forcefully.
I kicked at him, putting my feet straight back where I’d had them. “Tell you what?”
“That they’ve been fucking bothering you,” he hissed, shoving my feet off again and grabbing my chin hard in his hand.
I blew smoke at him, pulling my face back. “They haven’t done anything. They just like to make themselves known.”
“You fucking tell me. Every time you see him near you, even if he doesn’t open his mouth to talk. Fucking tell me,” he bit out, and Caden moved closer with a scoff.
“Apparently, they approached her yesterday at the gas station. Jense was there.”
When I didn’t add anything to it, Skeeter moved towards Slash’s desk to use his computer.
“What time?” he growled, and Jensen sighed.
“Wasn’t too long after you left Caden’s. Rory came to mine for a while, and we stopped for gas on the way.”
Skeeter typed for a moment before seeming to find what he wanted, glaring at the screen. He finally turned it for me to see, jabbing his finger against the footage of the gas station with Hunter right up in my face against Jensen’s car. “What the fuck did he say to you?”
“Nothing important. He just wants to fuck me to piss you off, and I told him to take a hike. They told me to tell you they said hey, which I wasn’t going to do because you’d flip out and go on a murder spree over useless words. Don’t let them get to you, Skeet.”
“Don’t let them get to me?” he parroted, suddenly getting to his feet and walking over to grab my throat, hauling me upright. “This isn’t a fucking game, Aurora! Hunter almost killed me! Marco—” He became silent, slamming his mouth shut to glare at me.
“You know what? Don’t tell me. You won’t explain the problem between you guys, so how am I supposed to know how serious this shit is? They’ve never hurt me.”
“I told you to stay away, so you’re supposed to do as you’re fucking told.”
“Why would I trust your words when it’s obvious you won’t tell me the truth anyway? Aren’t we past this? Talk to me, or fuck off about it,” I said sharply, a scoff leaving him as he let me go.
“Get out. If you can’t trust my word, then you don’t belong here.”
I stared at him for a second before nodding once, stepping around him. “Fine. Fuck you.”
He let me leave the office as I went in search of my things, not bothering to get dressed as I ignored everyone and headed straight outside to the Corvette.
The Devils had all left, so I climbed behind the wheel without a backwards glance, starting the engine and flooring it out of there.
I didn’t get far before my phone rang, glancing down at it to see it was Hunter. I ignored it the first time, but I answered when he tried calling again.
“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped, and he paused before speaking.
“You okay?”
“Peachy.”
“Where are you going?”
“Are you fucking spying on me?” I scoffed, glancing in my rearview mirror when I heard a bike, finding him tailing me. “What are you doing?”
“Did he hurt you? Pull over,” Hunter stated, cursing when I slammed on the brakes and he almost ran straight into the back of me. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Leave me alone,” I bit out, ending the call and putting my foot down harder, but he stayed close enough to keep following me.
I couldn’t exactly go home with him on my ass, someone would see him, so I headed towards the Heights and stopped at the old church.
I climbed out and slammed the door, marching towards Hunter, who’d stopped close by and was taking his gloves and helmet off. I shoved him hard, sending him and the bike over as I glared down at him.
“Go. Away.”
He pulled himself to his feet and stood his bike up, putting the kickstand down and glaring right back at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how expensive this thing is? I’ll be paying it off until I die.”
“Good news, you’ll be debt free by the end of the day,” I deadpanned, pulling my knife out when he stepped closer. “Stop following me around. If you’re worried about me getting hurt, then stop giving people a reason to fucking hurt me.”
His jaw was clenched as he grabbed me, knocking the knife from my hand and forcing me back until my ass hit the car. His hand wrapped firmly around my throat as he leaned down so that his lips hovered over mine, his eyes dark.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I don’t want to,” he answered, his hand loosening a fraction.
I stayed still as he pressed against me, his thumb brushing my throat as he kept watching me as I watched him right back. The air between us crackled, and when he went to kiss me, I spoke softly. “Don’t.”
He stopped, taking a second before releasing me and moving back to create some distance between us, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“Sorry,” he finally said as he blew out a breath.
“Why me?” I asked as he bent down to grab my knife, taking the blade and offering the handle to me.
“I ask myself that every damn morning when I wake up and wonder what you’re doing,” he admitted as I grabbed the knife.
“I won’t do that to Skeet.”
“If you knew the real him, you wouldn’t be so quick to stand by him,” he scoffed, shaking his head slightly.
Curiosity burned through me, but I wasn’t about to ask him what he meant. He was probably full of shit anyway.
“I need you to stop showing up like that. Your crew rivalry bullshit needs to stay away from me. I don’t care about your issues with each other. I’m banging Skeet, and I try to fight for the Psychos when they let me. My loyalty is with them, and you’re making things difficult.”
“They don’t like you fighting?”
“They don’t like me,” I said firmly, opening the car door. “Don’t give them another reason to want me dead, they have enough already.”
“If you ever want to fight, we host some too. Not as often, but—”
“Hunter, stop,” I said sharply, climbing into the car and putting the window down. “We can’t be friends, okay? If I find out where Max is, I’ll tell you. Apart from that though, this needs to stop. Leave me alone. Please.”
“If you need me—”
“I won’t. If I need saving or something, I’ll call Skeet,” I answered before driving away, glancing at him in the rearview to see him turn towards his bike, fisting his hair with frustration.