Chapter 20 #2
I elbowed him hard, giving him a dirty look. “I threatened to help you lose it, asshole.”
“In your pussy?”
“I’m going to kill you, motherfucker.”
“Stop it, you’re making me horny,” he smirked, pulling a joint out and lighting it. “So, we’re staying, right?”
“Wrong,” Skeeter bit out, not seeming happy when I plucked the joint from Marco’s fingers to have a drag. He let me take it for a few puffs, taking it back when I offered it to him.
“We won’t cause trouble. Might be a good help for security,” Marco mused, and Faris walked over with his arm around some girl’s shoulder.
“I’m happy to play security,” he piped up, and Hunter gave him a flat look.
“Because it went so well the last time you had a job to do at a party. You haven’t even started and you’re already distracted by pussy.”
Faris grumbled, and Skeeter scrubbed a hand over his face with frustration.
“You’re not playing security. You’re fucking leaving before I put bullets in you.”
“You’re such a sour puss,” Marco grunted, but he grabbed his shirt and jacket from the bar close by.
I didn’t understand why Skeeter looked so relieved, but I didn’t question it. If Marco was under his skin, it was better that they left.
Hunter mumbled something to Skeeter, who sneered at him without responding, then Hunter motioned to his guys to leave.
“See you later, Princess,” Marco murmured, pulling his shirt over his head and sliding his arms into his jacket before following Faris out, the girl leaving with them.
Hunter went to say something to me, but Skeeter shot him a dark look, silently telling him not to.
We watched them leave, and I saw Diesel weaving through the crowd to make sure they left and didn’t stick around.
“I don’t like how easily you talk to them,” Skeeter warned, his eyes still on the door they’d left out of.
“He’s just—”
“I know what he’s doing. If you fall for his game and break my trust, there’s no second chances with me. Make sure you understand the severity of that.”
I eyed him, a little hurt and pissed off that he thought they could easily persuade me into their beds.
“You really think I would?” I finally asked, his attention coming to me.
“Can’t blame me for being worried about it after you did the same damn thing with Slash. There’s no coming back from it if it’s them though. You jump on Devil dick, then they can fucking have you.”
“The fuck, Skeet?” Tyler bit out, but he gave me a firm look before stalking off. “What’s his problem?”
“I have no idea. Fuck him. Let’s go and do some shots with the guys,” I grumbled, taking his hand and tugging him through the crowd to find the others.
I stumbled into Jensen’s room, needing five minutes of peace before I lost my shit. I was way too drunk, I should have stopped drinking hours ago, but now that I’d started thinking about Max, I couldn’t turn it off.
Hunter had gotten him good, but knowing he’d escaped had me fuming on the inside. Why hadn’t Skeeter told me Hunter found him? What was his damn problem today?
It was Max’s fault that Slash was dead, and that thought alone made me murderous. All the trouble we were dealing with was because of him, and he kept getting away with it.
Was I thinking clearly? Absolutely not. Between the lines of coke and the shots I’d taken earlier, I was a fucking mess, but I was so angry.
The guys were all downstairs mingling, trying to be the kings of the school that everyone expected them to be, giving me plenty of time to go and look for Max myself.
It was surprisingly easy to slip out of the house and out to the Corvette, my heartbeat slamming in my ears as I tried to focus.
Where could Max even be? Where did I start looking?
I ended up driving along the main road as I scanned the sidewalk for any sign of him as if he’d just be there waiting to be found.
He wasn’t wandering Ashburn Valley or Rawson Grove, and if I pulled over to inspect every suspicious person walking around the Heights, I’d be there all night or get myself stabbed.
Frustration gnawed at me as I turned the car around and smacked the steering wheel, heading back through Rawson Grove feeling defeated as the sky opened up and it started to pour.
How was Max hiding so fucking easily when he had nothing? Someone had to be helping him.
I slammed on the brakes when someone appeared in front of me on the road, and it took me a second to realize it was Skeeter.
I opened the door, climbing out to glare at him. “What the fuck are you doing? I almost ran you over!”
“What the fuck are you doing?” he countered, walking towards me.
“Looking for Max since it’s obvious you’re not. How did Hunter find him but you haven’t? Are you even looking for my mom?” I demanded, his jaw clenching.
“Of course I am.”
“Then where are they?” I bit out, his hand snapping out to grab my cheeks firmly.
“I’m doing the best I can. It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack, and I also have to run the crew.
It’s not like I sit around all day pretending to help you.
I’m busy, and I don’t have a lot of clues to track them down.
Hunter got lucky, that’s all. It’s not like they found a secret hiding spot, they just stumbled across him. ”
“I’ll find them myself. Don’t worry about it,” I replied, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge.
“The fuck do you want from me, Aurora? You want me to dedicate all my waking hours to play detective? This is going to take time. You’re drunk and high, so driving around at night in the rain is pointless and stupid. You know I’m right too or you wouldn’t have snuck off.”
“If I’d have asked you to help, you would have brushed me off.”
“If you’d have asked literally anyone to wander off from the party to help you look for Max, they’d all tell you it was pointless. Did you think you’d see him in the street? It’s late, he’s inside someone’s house like a cockroach.”
I stared him down, not being able to bite my tongue.
“Hunter would have helped me look.”
His eye literally twitched before he shoved me back against the car, getting in my face.
“You think that piece of shit would drop everything for you so he could chase your delusions in the dark? Why would he do that?” He roughly spun me around and slammed me against the car again, not caring that we were literally in the middle of the road as he tugged my jeans down to my knees.
He was inside me in seconds, my hands holding onto the top of the car as he railed me so hard it hurt.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he bit out, his hand on the back of my neck to keep me in place, punishing me in the only way he knew would probably stop him from murdering me.
“Get off me!” I growled, trying to move away, but he had me pinned. “I said get off!”
“You said you loved me. You can’t take it back now,” he snapped, holding me so tightly that it would leave bruises. “He’s only helping you to piss me off. You’re playing into his fucking game, and I won’t allow it anymore. You’re mine.”
“He’s more honest with me than you!” I shouted, not caring if we drew attention at this point. “If I called him right now, he’d come here and search for Max all damn night. You just want me to go home, don’t you?”
“Of course I do! It’s pouring, it’s late, and there’s danger everywhere. He might help you, but it’s because he doesn’t care about you like I do!”
I struggled to try and free myself from his hold, managing to pull away enough for him to slip out of me, but his hand circled my throat and hauled me back.
“Stop fucking fighting me, baby,” he murmured, sliding inside again.
“You’re never there, but the day I stop calling, you’ll wonder why like it’s a big surprise,” I forced out, angry tears burning my eyes. “Help me look. Please. I know he’s here somewhere.”
“I’m not running around in the dark unless we have a clue of his whereabouts.”
“Then get off me so I can keep looking by myself. Go on, leave,” I huffed, pushing at him. “Leave!”
The fresh air was making me feel drunk, the rain completely soaking my clothes and causing me to shiver.
“I’ll never leave you. Why don’t you see that?” he whispered, the hand on my throat loosening as he kissed me. He barely reacted when I smacked the side of his head, the tears falling as some of the anger melted away.
“He’s dead because of Max. I have to find him, Skeet,” I choked out, Skeeter not replying before someone barreled into him, knocking him away from me.
I panicked, if the Soldiers or the Kings were here, we could have been surrounded with no backup.
Instead, I focused on his attacker, confused to find Diesel grappling with him on the ground.
“Get away from her!” Diesel barked, managing to punch him in the face as Skeeter tried to block the hit.
“Jesus Christ, get off me,” Skeeter gritted out, trying to shove him back. He’d lost it though, and I was pretty sure he was blacked out in his rage. “Diesel!”
They wrestled until Diesel pulled back, already pulling his jacket off to cover me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and I blinked at him in confusion.
“Of course I am.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“What?” I asked, flicking my gaze to Skeeter to find him picking himself up from the ground and fixing his pants. He looked irritated, but didn’t seem to want to beat the hell out of him for it.
I slapped at Diesel’s hands as he tried to fix my pants for me, making me realize I was standing in front of him with them still around my knees.
“I’ve got it,” I muttered, fixing them and pushing his jacket back at him. “Why did you do that?”
“You told him to stop,” he answered, now the one confused. “I heard you.”
“It’s fine,” Skeeter said sharply, drawing my attention. “He’s not really here, he’s back there.”
“Fuck you. I’m right in front of you,” Diesel bit out, motioning to me. “I don’t care if you’re together or not. She said to leave her alone.”
“D, it’s fine,” I murmured, putting a hand on his arm to calm him. “Skeet wouldn’t hurt me like that.”
“I heard you,” he repeated, reaching out to wipe my cheeks. “And you’re crying.”