Page 154 of Reckless Vengeance

Our shit was pure, not cut with anything, so if someone fucked themselves up on ours, it was because they were stupid.

“You need to find new ways of getting your rocks off, Pretty Boy,” Rory murmured into the camera as she found the one I’d stashed in the living room at Jensen’s, her eyes burning into me as if she could see me. “I’m trusting you with this. This better be all of them.”

I pulled my phone out to text her, flicking my gaze back to the screen once it sent.

Hunter: I promise. I’ll miss the shows you put on.

She checked her phone, returning her eyes to the camera when she read it.

“You need to get laid. Go to the whorehouse or something if you can’t find someone willing to fuck you for free.”

I laughed, and it was like she heard me from the way she smiled.

“If you’re going to stalk anyone, stalk Max for me. Help me end it.”

Hunter: You should let me take you for a beer if I help you.

“You’ll help me anyway,” she answered, dropping the little camera on the ground and stomping on it, making me cringe as the audio screeched.

There were a couple more cameras up, and I enjoyed listening to Skeeter curse me out as he found them.

Once all the cameras were removed, I returned my attention to the guy I was observing, my eyes catching on a familiar car. It was at the gas station in the Heights, parked off to the side as if someone was just buying a drink, and I was already texting Rory when Max stepped out with Razor beside him.

Hunter: Standby. We might be having that beer before bedtime.

I scrambled to my feet and headed down the stairs, calling out to Faris that I’d be back soon.

Taking the van, just in case I needed to deal with a body problem, I drove straight to the gas station, my phone on the stand as I tried to keep tabs on where the fuck they were going.

Rory called, and I answered as I drove towards Pine Valley, taking the quickest route to the Heights.

“You found him?” she blurted out, and I tsked.

“I can’t discuss this over the phone, babe. I’ll come to you when I know more.”

“I can meet you.”

“No, you stay put. He’s got company,” I warned, hoping she understood what kind of company I was referring to.

She huffed with annoyance but agreed to talk to me later, hanging up so I could concentrate.

The car hadn’t popped up on a camera for the last five minutes, and I slowed with a frustrated growl when I turned into the last street I’d seen it in, finding it ablaze.

“Smart motherfuckers,” I said to myself as I drove past, hoping to see them on foot, but finding nothing.

I had no idea how they were hiding so easily, I had both their faces in the system, but every time it went off, they vanished again.

With no sign of them, I had no choice but to head to Ashburn, checking my tracker app to see where Rory was before heading straight to Caden’s to break the bad news to her.

I shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up until I had him in the back.

I hadn’t even gotten out of the damn van before she was jogging down the stairs, the hope fading from her face when I shook my head.

“Sorry, babe. He knew he was being watched, he torched the car.”

“Come inside. The paparazzi might not appear to be around, but someone’s always lurking,” she grumbled, not happy with my news.

I got four steps towards the house before gunfire sounded, and I instinctively grabbed Rory and shoved her to the ground. I probably squashed her as I used my body as a shield to cover hers, but I’d rather her squashed than shot.