Page 10 of Shattered Pieces

“I’m not fucking scrawny. My biceps aren’t much smaller than yours,” he huffed, kicking at me.

I chuckled, looking over at him with amusement. “Not even close, Holloway.”

He flipped me off but smiled. “Are we going to sit in a closet and sulk all day, or can we go and get drunk?”

“I have grown-up shit to do, so I can’t,” I sighed.

“Can’t D handle it?”

“If you think I’m not coping, you don’t even want to know how bad D is right now. He thinks it’s a misunderstanding. If he goes to her, he’s dead. She’s been labeled a traitor, so if he follows, he’s a traitor too.”

“You’re worried.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course I am. I don’t even think he cares if she was bouncing on Devil dick, he’d go to her regardless. He never wanted this life, and she’s the first thing he’s given a shit about for a long fucking time.”

“I didn’t think he was interested in anyone that wasn’t Sasha?”

“He wasn’t. Something switched inside him when he kissed her,” I muttered, hauling myself to my feet. “Since you’re on the anti-Aurora side, want to come to the Shed? The guys can’t do shit.”

“You swear I won’t get shot at?” he asked dryly, making me force a grin.

“Nah. I got you in the divorce, that’s all.”

Diesel

“Anyone would think you’re the one that lost a girl, not the boss,” Matteo smirked as he leaned against the bar while waiting for me to get him a beer. “C’mon, be honest. You were tapping that whore, right?”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” I warned, sliding the beer towards him.

“Why not? She fucked Skeet to piss off those rich brats, she was sneaking around with Slash, while sneaking around with Rivera and Ortega. That’s whore behavior, man. She must have been good in bed for all of you to be chasing her around like dogs in heat.”

My heart was hammering in my chest, and I considered just shooting the prick. He had no idea who Rory was as a person, and there was absolutely no way in hell that she was sneaking around with Hunter or Marco.

Did it look bad? Absolutely, and I’d warned her this shit was going to blow up in her face if she kept meeting up with them, but she’d looked me right in the eye and said she wasn’t sleeping with them.

Rory was prickly, snuck off, and was a pain in the ass half the time with her lack of listening, but she wasn’t a fucking liar.

Skeeter would see that if he wasn’t drowning in memories of Marco fucking him over. All he saw was history repeating itself, and instead of keeping a clear head and getting to the bottom of it, he was lashing out and had made his mind up instantly.

“Cry about it, asshole,” Matteo scoffed when I kept my mouth shut.

I pulled my gun out but Skeeter was suddenly beside me, snatching it from my hands.

“Office. Now.”

“He—”

“I fucking heard him, and he’s not wrong. Get in the office. If you start pointing this at people over that bitch, you’re going to end up dead. Go chill out,” he snapped, a smirk of satisfaction on Matteo’s face.

He was loving this bullshit.

I spotted Caden close by, his arms crossed and a flat look on his face, telling me he’d also turned on Rory. What about the others? Tyler surely sided with her, or he’d probably be here with Caden, but what about Lukas and Jensen?

I needed to get hold of them, but digging around too much would bring trouble my way too. I couldn’t help her if I was dead.

I bit my tongue and headed to the office, slamming the door behind me and not caring if I looked childish. I was beyond pissed.

If Skeeter was planning on taking out Rory, he wasn’t telling me, and I fumed about it for a good hour before Brick joined me. He closed the door behind him, walking towards my desk and sitting on the edge of it while lighting a cigarette.