Page 79 of Reckless Vengeance

She grinned at his praise, pulling the McLaren keys out of her pocket.

“If I had your car, how did you get here?”

“I was dropped off.”

“Since I was a good girl, does that mean I get to drive your car again? Pretty please?”

He rolled his eyes but motioned for her to go ahead, her face lighting up as she dove into the driver’s seat.

“You’re lucky I don’t break your nose,” Skeeter said to me lightly, flicking his gaze around the four of us. “You can’t just show up at a place like this.”

“You do.”

“I know how to shoot, and I’m not afraid to either. You’re learning fast, but you need more lessons first, and a hell of a lot of practice. You should all learn, to be honest. Any of you could have been in that house today when they showed up,” he warned, and Lukas scrunched his nose.

“I don’t want a gun.”

“Everyone except you should have a gun. The only person you’d shoot is yourself. Quitter,” he drawled, opening the passenger door to the McLaren and ignoring the dirty looks Lukas was giving him. “I’ll meet you guys at my place.”

They waited for us as we climbed into the Camaro, and Lukas growled once we were buckled in and following the McLaren.

“He’s such a fucking prick.”

“Is he wrong?” Tyler muttered from the back seat beside me, and Jensen looked back at him in the rearview.

“Shut your mouth or you can walk.”

“Would you trust him with a gun?” I asked dryly, leaning between the seats. “No offense, Luke, but even you can admit you’re unstable when you’re pushed to the edge.”

“Hunter and Marco are weird with her, right?” Tyler asked, changing the subject before Lukas could respond.

“It’s a sad world we live in when we think it’s strange when someone’s nice,” Jensen scoffed.

“They’re up to something, surely,” I agreed, but Lukas sighed.

“I don’t think Skeet would have let her go there, let alone by herself today, if they were up to something. He has some kind of trust with them or there’s no way.”

He wasn’t wrong. Skeeter wouldn’t allow Rory near Hunter if he was a danger to her.

“She fought off a bunch of Soldiers today. Our girl’s not exactly a damsel in distress,” Tyler grinned, bouncing in his seat a little.

“You need to start laying off the booze and pills, man. Skeet’s right, we all need to learn to shoot. You can’t when you’re fucked up all the time,” Jensen replied firmly, and Lukas scoffed.

“Ty can’t carry. He’s fucked up more days than he is sober. Even if he’s sober on training days, what happens when he gets high on another day and pulls his gun out?”

“Why would I pull a gun out?” Tyler grumbled, earning a flat look in return.

“Why do you do anything? Your pilled up, coked out brain thinks dumb shit is always a good idea.”

“I can see this is turning into an argument, so I think we cool it,” I sighed, not particularly wanting someone to start swinging in the small space.

“Rory would tell us if the Soldiers touched her today, right? She trusts us enough?” Tyler asked quietly, not looking certain. “We left her at my place alone. She⁠—”

“Don’t do that. If you try to stick to her like glue, she’ll only resent you and start sneaking out,” Jensen warned as we drove into Ashburn Valley, turning towards Skeeter’s house.

“I think she’d tell us if they assaulted her,” Lukas said firmly, the McLaren taillights lighting up his face as we slowed to turn into the driveway.

“I hope so,” I mumbled, waiting for Rory to park before we parked behind her and climbed out.