Page 91 of Shattered Pieces

He smiled slightly, leaning into Jensen more.

“I’m good. Jense and I are coming to see you on Thursday.”

“Ty? Are you coming with Hunter and Marco on Tuesday?” she asked, my frustration getting worse. How could they be so casual about their relationship when she was seeing other people? Dragging the Devils in was one problem, but she was going to start a damn war with the Reapers over Lexi. Archer didn’t like anyone touching her from what I’d heard.

“Sure am. Mark might have to come up Friday, he’s not sure yet. I’ll definitely be there with Hunt though,” Tyler answered, and I hated how easily he spoke about them.

What if they were taking advantage of him too? He was so easily led, and I’d left him vulnerable.

“I’m free on Wednesday if you get bored, Holloway,” she said lightly, letting me know she was fine with it if I wanted to see her.

“Don’t count on it,” I scoffed, and Tyler shot me a warning glance. I wasn’t going to pretend to be nice to her. She’d made her bed.

The guys talked about random shit with her while I tried to zone it out. I’d been glad to come here and start moving on from all the bullshit, but was it even possible now? She was still in their lives, even if I didn’t want her in mine.

“What’s wrong?” Skeeter asked as he dropped down beside me as the party thumped around us. I was bored as fuck. None of these people were my friends, and the ones that were had been huddled in the kitchen half the night avoiding Skeeter.

“Nothing.”

“You look like someone pissed on you. Why are you tense?” he asked, leaning back to sip his beer.

“Aurora wants me to visit on Wednesday. I declined, but she talked to the guys on the phone for ages. Put a damper on my mood,” I grumbled.

He scrunched his nose, looking irritated. “She’s fucking Hendricks’ wife.”

“I heard.”

“The guys will want to get her tested before shoving their dicks in her when she’s out. Lexi’s probably got the entire fucking alphabet of STDs.”

“If you’re still mad, why’d you help find out who the witness is?”

“I didn’t fucking help. D did all the digging, I was just with him. You think I have time to run around helping her?” he bit out, and I rolled my eyes.

“Just asking.” I eyed Tyler as he downed whiskey across the room, laughing to himself as he danced to the beat. “I thought you cut him off?”

Skeeter’s eyes slid to where I was looking, and he sighed. “I did. He’s probably been hooked up with the Devils’ shit.”

“Is it safe?”

“No drug is safe, but as far as I know, the Devils don’t cut their drugs for a profit. Hunter’s pretty strict on quality like we are,” he answered, narrowing his eyes. “The fuck is he doing here?”

I couldn’t see what he was looking at, but then Marco appeared near Tyler, draping an arm around his shoulders to talk in his ear. A smirk tugged at his mouth as Tyler kept dancing, sliding his arms around him to try and make him dance too.

“How did he get in? Your guys are on the door,” I said with a scowl.

“Because they’re cockroaches who don’t use doors,” Skeeter muttered, not seeming surprised when Hunter dropped down onto the couch beside us.

“Evening,” he murmured, his eyes on Marco and Tyler too.

“What do you want?” Skeeter asked, finishing his beer and crushing the can in his hand.

“Me? I’m supervising Mark. He said he had to go out, so I followed him. I had a feeling he was coming here. Couldn’t have him getting himself into trouble,” he tsked, keeping his eyes out for problems but speaking to me. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”

“You guys aren’t invited,” I reminded him, but he suddenly stood and walked off, making me frown. “The fuck is his problem?”

We watched as Hunter approached Marco and Tyler, telling them off for something and not liking Marco’s response from the way he grabbed Marco’s chin in a firm grip.

“Guess there’s trouble in paradise,” Skeeter chuckled as he stood to find out what was happening, and I trailed after him.