Page 95 of Deceptive Games
“Only if it’s life or death,” I said slowly, pulling my phone out and handing it to him to put his number in, shoving it into my pocket when he was done as if to hide it.
“It’s under A. That way if you need to find it fast, it’s at the top of your contacts,” he murmured, grabbing his helmet off his bike. “You sure you don’t want us to follow you?”
“People know this car. If anyone sees it with two Devils trailing it, I’ll either get locked up for safety or grilled for being near you. I swear, I’m fine now.”
“Okay. You know what to do if you run into trouble,” he nodded, straddling his bike and shoving his helmet on before starting the bike.
It rumbled loudly through the quiet night, and I slid my gaze to Marco, who was doing the same. He flipped his visor up, giving me a wink as he pocketed his phone and spoke over the noise of the bikes. “Tell Skeet I said hello.”
I rolled my eyes and walked off, hearing Hunter scolding him, which gave me a small amount of satisfaction.
They waited until I was in the car, and Hunter gave me a small wave as I drove past them. They didn’t leave until I turned to head towards Ashburn Valley, then they both rode towards the road and headed in the opposite direction, making me breathe out a sigh of relief.
The last thing I needed was them following me.
Hunter
I waspissed. Pissed at whoever thought they could touch any woman like that, but also insanely pissed at Skeeter.
Why the hell didn’t she think she could go to him about something like this? She was raped, for fuck’s sake. If that wasmy girl, I’d burn the world down to find the piece of shit who did it to make sure they paid the price in pain.
I downshifted as we arrived at my place in Mount Mercer, Marco following behind me as we parked the bikes in the garage and shut the engines off.
I put the kickstand down and pulled my gloves and helmet off, running my fingers through my hair.
“What happened?” Marco asked as he climbed off, undoing his helmet. “She’d been crying. Either that or you choked her with your?—”
“Someone assaulted her yesterday and she hasn’t told anyone,” I gritted out, tossing my gloves on the tool bench close by.
When I said I’d keep her secrets, I didn’t mean from Marco. My best friend knew everything I did, and I knew everything he did.
“Was it at her party? I thought Skeet was there?” he replied slowly, making me shrug.
“I don't know. It was someone she knew and seemed to have an interest in though.”
“Why hasn’t she fucking told Skeet?”
“I don’t know, man. She had a panic attack on the roof though. What kind of asshole has he turned into? She can’t even turn to him for help,” I spat, making sure the garage door was locked before walking in through the internal access.
He followed, both of us tossing our jackets aside and grabbing a beer before sitting on the couch.
My place wasn’t fancy, but it was decent enough. The two bedroom house was fully fenced with a double garage, and I’d worked my ass off for it.
The crew’s warehouse wasn’t far from here, and Marco lived a few streets over in his two bedroom. He kept his car at home, but his bike here since he didn’t have a garage to store it.
“Why don’t you tell him then?” Marco asked as we got comfortable, and I shook my head.
“I promised I wouldn’t.”
“So?”
“You know I’m not going to fuck with her trust like that. Not over something like this,” I said flatly, and he winced.
“Yeah, my bad. He’d want her to tell him, right? Maybe convince her to.”
“I think she likes this guy, so if she tells Skeet, he’ll kill him,” I said thoughtfully, hoping that was the case and not that Skeeter just didn’t care.
Then again, I’d shot the piece of shit for a good reason, so maybe he honestly didn’t give a fuck about the girl that was warming his bed. For all I knew, Skeeter had set it up in the first place and knew all about it.
