“I heard it from Claire. She heard Slash and Skeeter talking to Rory one day about it all. She’s a murdering machine, and you’re too stupid to…”
“Mandy, fuck off and stop talking shit before I make you. Claire’s just as bad as you are for talking shit,” Caden snapped, but Skeeter’s fists clenched tightly as he seemed to consider just gunning her down right there and then.
I remained calm as I stood, casually putting my wrappers in the trash before speaking up.
“Considering you think I kill people for a living all of a sudden, it makes you a bit stupid for mouthing off and making a scene about it.”
“Why’s that?” She laughed, suddenly going silent as I flashed her a violent grin.
“Because you just put both yourself and Claire on my shit list. I’ll be seeing you around, Mandy,” then I left the room with no fucks given, the guys following me to make sure I stayed out of trouble.
I reached my locker and absently rummaged through it, but I was suddenly startled as Hunter pressed his front against my back, kissing my shoulder gently as he spoke.
“What the fuck just happened?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him, ignoring the filthy look that Skeeter was giving him.
“That was Claire signing her own fucking death warrant. I have to find her and talk to her.”
Tyler appeared rattled as he spoke, an unusual sight from the jokester of the group.
“Is that code for putting her in a fucking hole?”
“No, I’m going to talk to her, then kick the shit out of her if I have to. If I get mad enough, then I’ll put her in a hole,” I shrugged casually as Hunter stepped back from me, he and Skeeter groaning at my promise of violence, but Caden shook his head.
“Let me handle her. You have enough shit going on, and It’s my job to keep everyone here in line.”
“Doubt it, Holloway. Claire knows too much, so I need to make my point in one way or another. Hunter and I will sort her out with some of his guys,” I replied, and Skeeter instantly narrowed his eyes on me with frustration.
“Why the fuck would you take the Devils instead of your own crew?”
“Because, she’s shit scared of them. She’s always thought you and Slash would keep me in line, but she has no idea how Hunter’s crew works. She’s more likely to shit her pants without me laying a hand on her this way.”
It made fucking sense to me.
“Want us to deal with Mandy? Scare her into shutting her mouth? Traumatize her a little?” Skeeter offered, itching for some action.
“If you must,” I smirked, moving towards him to kiss his cheek, knowing he was just ready to make someone bleed or cry.
Most likely both.
* * *
Skeeter
Something was coming.
Something fucking bad.
I’d already lost Slash, I couldn’t lose Rory too.
Mandy and Claire were both a danger to my girl, I just wasn’t sure how much.
Razor and the Soldiers were still lurking around outside of town like rats, which told me they weren’t done with us.
I’d hoped that they’d do a runner for starting war with us, but they didn’t.
They wanted to hang around and take my girl from me too.