Page 182 of Shattered Pieces

Lexi’s eyes widened, and she slid her gaze to Hunter. “You’re cool with him banging her?”

“No,” he muttered, but I scowled.

“We’re not banging. Things just got rubbed in places they shouldn’t have when I was drunk,” I argued, making Hunter roll his eyes.

“You let him come on your pussy. It might as well have been sex.”

“Keep your voice down,” I grumbled, giving him a look. “It’s not like you wouldn’t do it.”

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” he smirked, leaning across the table a little to Lexi. “I hear that you two have secrets that you don’t share with me. I’m a little offended.”

“What secrets?” Lexi asked carefully.

“I don’t know, but she has dirt on your husband and used it against him,” Hunter said unhelpfully, Lexi’s eyes narrowing on me.

“What did you say?”

“I just threatened him a little, no biggie. We had a home invasion the other night and I was trying to get to the bottom of it,” I answered, her head slowly nodding.

“I did see on the news that you killed two people that broke in. You thought Archer had something to do with it?”

“Covering all bases. Archer isn’t a fan of our prison bonding,” I said dryly, making her frown.

“So?”

“So I told him what I know and to treat you better or I’d bring the crew down around him,” I shrugged, making her groan.

“Dammit, Donovan. He’s going to kill me for telling you.”

“If he kills you then I’ll kill him.”

“I want to know the secret,” Hunter sighed, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.

Lexi leaned in, not wanting anyone else to hear her. “The wedding was fake. It meant his crew had to protect me, and it was supposed to be bait to bring Lopez out to handle him.”

“Well, I guess that fucking worked,” he deadpanned.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like it did. I couldn’t exactly not wear the ring around the crew though or they’d know it was bullshit.”

“They already think it’s bullshit. You and Hendricks fuck a million other people. Why do it separately? You fuck the strippers, and so does he. Do it together,” Hunter said like it made perfect sense.

“Arch doesn’t like sharing or we’d already be living that harem life,” she joked, motioning to me. “The guys are working through the shit with you and Marco?”

I filled her in on it all, Hunter adding his unhelpful opinions, and by the time I was done, she was chuckling.

“Babe, I hate you. Convince them to ravish you as a group. Just get naked.”

“Don’t do that,” Hunter bit out, giving her a dirty look. “The guys aren’t okay with it.”

“I meant she should get naked in front of all of you. You included.”

“I retract my statement,” he replied, throwing me a grin. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“Whore,” I muttered, kicking him under the table. “We need to find out if anyone in here sent someone after me, so let’s talk about that.”

“Grovers is the only one that hates you that much, but she’s a junkie with zero connections. Definitely couldn’t hire hitmen,” Lexi mused, looking thoughtful. “Maxwell’s girls are still loyal to you, so is our whole crew. Roberts got put back in gen pop but was placed into protective custody within days. Whoever put her in here has abandoned her. Anderson’s been transferred, but she doesn’t have the funds for a hitman either.”

“Why did Anderson transfer? And did someone go after Roberts?” I asked with surprise, Lexi grinning.