Page 89 of Shattered Pieces

“Asshole,” I grumbled as he pulled back, giving me a playful shove.

“Dickhead. C’mon, stop moping. Let’s go find the guys and get ready for tonight. Big party, I assume?”

I huffed out a laugh as I stood, nodding. “Yeah, man.”

Karl appeared to clean up, and I headed upstairs to let Mom know we were leaving.

“Don’t drink too much or trash the house tonight,” she said dryly, knowing I was throwing a party.

“I won’t. You don’t have to leave, you know? Maybe you’d like to stay and party too?” I grinned, and she gave me a flat look.

“Pass. I’d rather be in meetings. You call if you need me to come back though. I’ll be straight on a plane.”

“Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

She smiled, blowing me a kiss. “I love you too. Have a good day. Good to see you, Ty.”

Tyler didn’t hesitate to move around the desk to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Safe travels, Mom. I love you too.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

He gave her a wide grin as we left the room, and we headed down to the garage to get my car out while he wandered out front to get in his. I put my phone on the holder as I started the Challenger, blowing out a breath. Maybe the day wasn’t going to be a complete mess after all.

I called Skeeter, his voice sounding annoyed but not at all surprised when he answered.

“Morning, birthday boy. What do you need this fucking early?”

“Just the sound of your voice, baby cakes,” I teased, following Tyler’s car out to the road as we turned towards Jensen’s house.

“Don’t fuck with me today, Holloway,” Skeeter warned.

“Chill out. You still coming tonight?”

“Yes, you clingy fucker. I’ll be there. So will D and Brick.”

“Good. Do any of your guys want extra cash? More security might be a good idea,” I suggested, hearing him grumble to himself before he answered.

“Already on it. Anything else, your majesty?”

“Suck my dick?” I asked with amusement, the line going dead a second later.

I had no idea what had him in a mood, but I wasn’t going to ask. It was probably something he couldn’t say over the phone anyway.

I kept my eyes on my surroundings as I drove, knowing danger could be anywhere. I wasn’t dumb enough to think Rory being in prison meant all the other bullshit stopped.

It was very obvious that Tyler hadn’t told the guys I was coming from the way they eyed me when we walked into Jensen’s living room to find them curled up on the couch together.

“Happy Birthday,” Jensen finally said as I sat in the recliner.

“Thanks, man.”

“Ran out of friends?” Lukas grumbled, giving me a dirty look.

“Something like that,” I muttered, wondering if I should have just stayed home.

“You’re an asshole, you know?”