Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
RORY
Ikind of wished the guys wanted to hand over their crowns because I really hadn’t missed the house parties full of people I hated. It was Saturday night, and Jensen’s house was booming with music.
We’d decided to have it here instead of at Caden’s since the paparazzi were still camped out there.
As promised, Caden had made sure to get security at the door, and the Psychos were there as usual, selling an abundance of drugs.
I’d planned on staying sober, it was the smart choice, but Tyler had somehow convinced me to do some lines of coke with him now that Skeeter had agreed to sell to him again.
We drank and danced, the familiar feeling of being carefree washing over me and making me laugh as Tyler made inappropriate jokes in my ear. My body felt alive, the bass pulsing through me as sweat coated my skin.
Skeeter watched us like a hawk all night, on edge with the thought of someone sneaking in.
“I need the bathroom,” I said over the music, and Tyler grinned.
“You don’t need my help this time, right?”
I flipped him off as he laughed, motioning to Skeeter that I was only going upstairs so he didn’t think I’d gone missing, then I made my way through the crowd of people to the stairs, heading up to Jensen’s private bathroom to avoid the busy one downstairs.
I did my business, wanting to get back quickly to avoid someone coming looking for me, and when I stepped into the hallway to leave his room, someone put their hand over my mouth from behind and tugged me back against their body.
Hunter’s scent filled me before he even spoke, my stupid body relaxing at knowing it was him.
“Hey, babe. The security at the door is terrible.”
I tried to bite his hand, but he just laughed and let go, spinning me around to back me against the wall.
“I can see that. What are you doing here? Other than causing trouble,” I scoffed, amusement flashing across his face.
“Honestly? Causing trouble is my only reason.”
“Figures. You need to leave. This back and forth bullshit with us is dangerous. I told you I’d let you know if I found Max, so go away,” I growled, his brow creasing.
“Skeet didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“I got my hands on him the other day. He was beaten pretty good. Asshole escaped before I could hand him over to you though.”
“Wait, you had Max? And Skeet knew?” I asked slowly, his forearm bracing above me as he leaned closer.
“Man, he really likes to keep secrets, doesn’t he? You can always trust me to tell you the truth.”
“What other secrets is he keeping?” I demanded, jabbing a finger against his chest. “And how the fuck did Max escape?”
“I’m not sure about his secrets, you’ll have to ask him. I honestly have no idea how Max escaped. He was beaten pretty badly, and I had him in a cell. Cameras went down, so we think someone helped him. My guys were all accounted for, so it was someone on the outside,” he hummed, making me frown.
“Like who? The Soldiers?”
“Maybe. They’re still licking their wounds from when Rage got them, as well as when you took shots at them.”
“Would Rage help him?”
“Only if it benefited him. I highly doubt Max has anything Rage would want. I’ll keep looking for him, so answer if I call you. I won’t hold him for long if you ignore me,” he warned.
He thankfully took a step back, leaning back on his heels and crossing his arms.
“What did you do to him?” I asked curiously, the need to know burning inside me. “Did you just punch him, or torture him?”
A sinister smirk took over his face, his hair falling over his eyes.
“I can do you one better and show you. Want to see it?”
“Show me,” I insisted, reaching out to fist the front of his shirt that stuck out of his opened jacket, and he grinned as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, pressing a few things before turning it to show me.
Max was tied to a chair in the middle of a cell, a gag in his mouth as he tried yelling from behind it. A shirtless Hunter circled him, and I reached for the phone, taking it from his hands to turn the volume up so I could hear them.
“Did you think you could get away with it? Fuck over a bunch of crews and run?” Hunter asked lazily, but there was a dangerous tone in his voice that gave me chills. “Are you just offering your own fucking kid up as payment for all of them?”
He pulled the gag from Max’s mouth, the piece of shit sputtering as if he’d been deprived of oxygen.
“Razor’s more than happy with the trade. It’s not my fault you didn’t want her. I can’t really blame you though, she’s not that good to look at. Runs her mouth too much too,” Max spat, grunting as Hunter punched him in the mouth.
“You need to get your eyes checked, old man. Aurora’s a fucking goddess, and she doesn’t run her mouth, she stands up for herself because no one else ever stood by her. I really can’t wait for the day that she gets to bleed the life right out of you. You have no idea the strength in that girl.”
My face heated slightly from his compliments, and I could feel his gaze on me. I didn’t dare look up, keeping my attention on the screen.
“Goddess? She’s used up trash. She’s Razor’s now, so if you want her, you’ll have to strike a deal with him. You could probably have her for the right price once he’s done playing with her,” Max continued, and Hunter snapped.
He beat the hell out of him, the chair falling back and landing on the ground. Max’s head bounced off the floor, but Hunter didn’t stop wailing on him until Marco appeared in the camera view and pulled him away.
It took him a bit to pull him off too, Hunter’s legs kicking at Max to try and land a final blow.
Blood was on the floor as Max choked on it, satisfaction hitting me at knowing he was nursing those wounds somewhere.
I rewound it a little to watch some of it again, glancing up when I heard Skeeter’s voice.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
It probably looked bad. I was still leaning back on the wall while Hunter’s arm was braced above my head as he leaned over to watch the phone too.
“Just showing your girl what I did to her dad. Why didn’t you tell her I got him?” Hunter asked bluntly, Skeeter’s jaw clenching.
I put my hand out to push Hunter back from my space, handing his phone back.
“Tell me if you get him again.”
“I said I would, babe. I’ll call you and you can come play with him in my cell,” he grinned, pocketing his phone before turning to face Skeeter. “You’ll have a drink with me while I’m here, right?”
“How did you even get in?” Skeeter snapped, running his eyes over me as if Hunter had hurt me.
“We walked through the front door. Like I told Rory, the security sucks, as always. You’d be better off hiring some of your guys,” he shrugged, making me groan.
“What do you mean we?”
“Mark and Faris are here. We were in the neighborhood.”
“You’ve got two seconds to get Marco out before I kill him,” Skeeter warned, making me frown. Something else must have happened that I wasn’t aware of.
Hunter eyed me with a chuckle, apparently knowing what it was, but deciding not to tell me.
“He’s having fun, leave him be.”
That kind of made me worry, and I jogged downstairs to see if I could spot him. If he hurt any of the guys, I’d kill him myself.
Instead of a violent kidnapping, like I expected, I found Marco dancing shirtless on the kitchen counter, a bottle of whiskey in hand as he chugged some down.
He also had Tyler up there with him having the time of his fucking life as if they hadn’t beaten on each other the last time we were at a party together.
“Where’s Skeet? Marco—” Caden started, but I rolled my eyes.
“Skeet’s aware the Devils are here. Hunter was upstairs with me, and he’s with Skeet now.”
“Hey, Donovan,” Faris said brightly as he moved to stand beside me, a glass of something in his hand too. “You guys know how to throw a party.”
“You weren’t invited,” I deadpanned, a small grin tugging at his mouth.
“I figured as much, but Hunter insisted on saying hello. Sorry we lost your dad.”
Caden gave me a questioning look, but I ignored it.
“You need to leave. Get Marco off the damn counter.”
“I’ll leave when the boss says to,” he answered lightly, and I huffed before walking off, heading towards the kitchen counter.
“If it isn’t my number two fan,” Marco smirked, holding a hand out to me. “Climb up.”
“Absolutely not. Who’s your number one fan? The cops?”
“Your boyfriend. Don’t be a bitch. Dance with me.”
“You’re going to get us killed, idiot.”
“If I’m going to hell, at least it would be fun with you,” he joked, handing the bottle to Tyler, who was still dancing. Marco moved to sit on the counter, his eyes raking over me. “Did Hunt show you the video?”
“He did.”
“Bet it made you horny. Hunt’s a weapon when he’s mad.
And shirtless too? What a treat for you,” he teased, hooking his feet behind me to tug me closer.
I stumbled, smacking into him and pressing my hand against his chest to try and pull away.
“I think you should let him fuck you one time. I bet you could convince Skeet to watch. He always loved that shit.”
“Get your hands off my woman,” Tyler scolded as he almost fell off the counter on his way down to get between us, only managing to stumble against me and sandwich me between them.
Marco was definitely getting hard, and I pulled back, taking the whiskey from Tyler.
“Whatever weird friendship you two managed to build in the last ten minutes will not include me,” I warned, downing a mouthful and handing it to Marco. “You and Faris need to wait outside for Hunter.”
“Want to join us? I’ll even share my weed with you again,” he grinned, not being shy about giving me a quick slap on the ass as he stood. “Oof, you get a good jiggle going for a skinny chick.”
“You’re about to lose your cock, Ortega.”
“So feisty,” he winked, giving a mock wave over my shoulder and making me glance back to find Hunter and Skeeter walking towards us. “Hey, Skeet. Your girl just asked to touch my cock.”