Page 153 of Reckless Vengeance

“Or I could just ask him,” I offered, a huff of humorous laughter leaving him.

“And you’d trust him to tell you the truth? He’d tell you about some and not others. I’m checking myself. He’s probably listening right now. Hey, asshole. You bugging shit? I’m going to fucking⁠—”

My phone rang, and I pulled it from my pocket, seeing Hunter’s name on the screen. I hit answer and put it on speaker, Skeeter snatching it from my hand before I could say anything. I never should have changed his name from A to Hunter a couple of weeks ago, but it wasn’t like Skeeter didn’t know we talked now, so I didn’t think it would be an issue anymore.

“You sly piece of⁠—”

“I’ll tell you where they all are, if you ask nicely,” Hunter drawled, and I heard Marco snickering in the background. “There’s not a lot at Caden’s. His house is harder to break into and set them up with so many people around all the time.”

“Doesn’t usually stop you from breaking in,” I muttered, taking the phone back from Skeeter. “You seriously bugged the bedrooms? What about the bathrooms?”

“I draw the line at bathrooms. It’s not my fault you fuckers boink all over the place.”

“We fuck in the bedrooms, asshole.”

“We didn’t bug the bedrooms either.”

“You must have to have heard us talking, so there’s one in here somewhere,” Skeeter grunted, his eyes already scanning the room.

“You’re paranoid. There’s already enough electronic shit in the bedrooms if I wanted to check in. I can hack the phones to listen in.”

“Can you teach me how to do that?” I asked dryly, hearing him chuckle.

“Of course I can. You want to hack me back? What a cute little stalker relationship we’d have. I’ll leave my computer set up in my bedroom for you so you can hack the camera and watch me jerk off.”

“Pass. Watching you diddle yourself for twenty seconds sounds awful,” I deadpanned. “Where are they all, Hunter? You want me to trust you? Then tell me the truth.”

Skeeter was glaring daggers at me, but I ignored him and started a new notes page in my phone, writing down everywhere Hunter claimed had a camera.

The second he was done, Skeeter snatched the phone and hung up, starting to go over the notes I’d made so he could find them all.

It took a while, but he found all the bugs that were where Hunter claimed they’d be, only seeming to get angrier that Hunter had been telling the truth after all.

It was almost amusing.

Until Skeeter seemed to focus on what I was wearing and lost his ever loving mind. He yanked Marco’s clothes off me right there in the middle of the den since it was the last room we’d checked for cameras, pulling his jacket off so he could remove his shirt, and forced me into it.

“Piss on her, why don’t you?” Jensen snorted as Tyler took Marco’s clothes.

“Burn them,” Skeeter snapped, but Tyler sighed.

“I’ll wash them and return them. Stop being a caveman. They were a big help today.”

They bickered for a while, but Skeeter definitely seemed less murderous now that the cameras were dealt with and I had his shirt on.

Jensen was right, he might as well have pissed on me.

Hunter

Watching Skeeter run around like a psychopath finding all my cameras was totally worth giving them up. It wasn’t like they were the only way I could access Rory anyway.

They went to Jensen’s house next to find those bugs, and I watched from the cameras that were still there until they were removed one at a time.

I could always put new ones in after I’d had some time to let things cool off.

We were at the warehouse now, Marco dealing with some asshole in the cells, while I monitored a guy we’d been following for a while. He’d been selling weed in our territory, which I was fine with, as long as it was only weed.

Keeping an eye on him was important. I wasn’t allowing bad drugs on my streets.