Page 8 of Shattered Pieces

I wasn’t surprised when Marco said he and Tyler were going to hang out at his place, leaving me to go home by myself to try and sleep.

It was fine by me, I was exhausted and didn’t want to be kept up all night by their gaming.

CHAPTER TWO

SKEETER

Islept for a few hours that night, waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares. It had been the same the previous night too, dreaming of walking in on Rory between Marco and Hunter, telling me to leave because she’d never given a fuck about me.

I was surprised I’d made it through the first day, and I’d avoided people because of it, but when I wanted answers, I knew the only person that would give it to me straight was Caden.

So, he’d crashed at mine last night. We hadn’t really talked, but it was obvious he was feeling as pissed off as me, so we fumed together over a beer.

At least one of them seemed angry about our girl fucking the enemy behind our backs. The other three I just wanted to punch for taking it so lightly. Hell, Tyler probably fucking knew. He’d gotten close with Hunter and Marco, so he’d probably been more than happy to let them play with her.

Looking at the clock, I could see it was six in the morning, so I swung my feet out of bed and had a shower, finding Caden in the kitchen with coffee when I emerged.

“I think Ty fucking knew,” he yawned, making me pause halfway through making my coffee.

“Me too. Why do you think that though?”

He snorted, holding up a news article with a blurry photo. It was definitely Tyler, I could recognize his car in the picture, and it was obvious he was with Hunter and Marco as they entered Wet Dreams together.

“What the fuck is he doing?” I growled as he dropped his phone down onto the table.

“I don’t know. He’s gotten close to Marco, they play Xbox together most nights now. He didn’t tell us about Slash and Rory, so do you think he knew she was hooking up with Hunter and Marco and didn’t say anything?”

“Chances are high. If Hunter and Marco have their hooks in him, he’d be an easy puppet. He’s so desperate to fit in that he’d do whatever they wanted.”

“I can’t fucking believe her,” he spat, and I was glad to have someone on my side with this.

I finished making coffee, joining him at the table.

“How long do you think it was going on for?” I asked, unlocking my phone to scroll on social media, seeing what else was posted. So many articles speculating about Rory cheating on Tyler with me, then fucking rival crew members on top of it.

“I’m not sure. I knew they’d gotten too close,” he muttered, looking deep in thought for a moment before flicking his eyes to mine. “The night Slash—” He stopped, seeming to second-guess himself.

“The night Slash died, what?” I demanded, not liking where this was going.

“Rory went to stay at Mule’s, claiming she needed space.”

“And?”

“She showed up the next morning on the back of Hunter’s bike in his clothes. He and Marco claimed to have found her wandering and brought her home. She later confessed that she never went to Mule’s and she’d been sitting on the school roof in the Heights half the night. Hunter and Marco found her and took her back to Hunter’s to shower and sleep.”

I almost broke my coffee cup with the grip I had on it.

“Why the fuck are you only telling me this now?”

“Because I honestly thought he’d just been helping her, and telling you would have started a much bigger problem. Now, I’m starting to think she lied to us and went straight to him that night.”

“That fucking little cunt. Slash was barely cold and she jumped into Hunter’s bed?” I snapped, fury racing through me. Fucking me over was one thing, but Slash had died believing he’d found love with her.

“He’s always popping up out of nowhere. Do you think she was calling him to go to her?” he asked, and I downed the scalding coffee and shoved back from my chair, making it screech on the floor. “Where are you going?”

“Get up. We’re going to your house,” I growled, making him frown.

“Why?”