Page 80 of Deceptive Games
Rory would tell him, I was surprised she hadn’t already called him, but I needed to keep the peace for a while longer.
The second he found out, my crew would tear itself apart from the inside out.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” he sighed, walking beside me as we entered the Shed.
“How’d it go?” I asked, lighting a cigarette to try and calm my emotions.
“No problems. What did you get up to? Have you calmed the fuck down?” he scoffed, giving me the side-eye. “Where were you? You must have had your fucking head in the clouds for you to almost run me over. It wasn’t on purpose, right?”
“Get your nose out of my shit and I’ll stop trying to punch it off your face,” I growled, moving towards the office while speaking over my shoulder. “You can deal with Hendricks tonight too.”
“No can do, I’m busy,” he answered bluntly, and I turned to face him, dragging on my cigarette as I glared at him.
“What do you mean you’re busy?”
Had Rory called him to swing past her place after he was done here?
“You haven’t spoken to Ty? He said he was going to call you about tonight,” he said slowly, confusing me more. Tyler had tried to call me a couple of times earlier, but I’d ignored him.
“No, why?”
“Party at his place, remember? He wants us to supply.”
“You’re brushing off business for a rich boy party?” I demanded, pausing when he rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, where the hell have you been hiding all day? Under a rock? It’s Rory’s birthday. I know you’d rather she drops dead, so I’ll handle the drug business tonight so you don’t have to go. I’m an asshole, but I’m not about to be the asshole who ruins her fucking birthday. You only turn eighteen once. Besides, we make bank at their parties and you know it.”
Her birthday. It was her eighteenth fucking birthday.
The good news was that Skeeter couldn’t ruin it even if he wanted to because I already had.
“It’s her birthday?” I asked slowly, and he threw his hands up in the air in defeat.
“It’s like talking to a brick wall.”
He walked off towards the bar to talk to Diesel, and I shut myself in the office to pull my phone out, dialing Rory’s number. It rang out twice before I cursed and jammed it back into my pocket, raking a hand through my hair.
What did I expect her to do? Answer and accept a fucking apology?
I swept everything off the top of my desk, flipping the desk over next when the anger continued to burn.
By the time my mood had simmered, I’d destroyed the entire office.
The door opened and Matteo stepped inside, frowning when he saw the chaos.
“What happened in here?”
“Nothing. What do you want?” I bit out, lighting a cigarette and flicking the ash on the floor since I couldn’t find where I’d thrown the ashtray.
“Skeet said Hendricks called and you might need someone to handle tonight’s meeting with the Reapers. Do you want me to go?”
I had to get my shit together, so I gritted my teeth. “We have fights tonight. I don’t have time for their bullshit.”
“Skeet said?—”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Cancel the fights and we’ll deal with Hendricks. Samuel can come with us too,” I growled, getting frustrated.
“Do you think it’s a good idea that you go? Hendricks gets on your nerves on a good day, and you’re obviously?—”
