Page 159 of Reckless Vengeance

Both the bikes weaved back and forth on the road lazily, the guys enjoying their ride despite the threat of a potential shootout.

The drive was quick and without a problem, the guys revving their bikes in a goodbye as they tore off, well above the speed limit, and we parked the cars in the garage before shutting the massive door.

The house was already fixed from the damage the drive-by had caused, extra security patrolled outside, and Josie was just walking into the kitchen when we were.

“No trouble?” she asked hopefully, relief filling her when we shook our heads.

“Hunter and Marco escorted us home,” I replied, her face lighting up.

“Oh, that was nice of them. Where’s Skeeter?”

“On the way back from Fairview. He had to go and top up commissaries at the prison for some of his guys.”

“He does that?” she asked with surprise.

“Of course. Most of the guys in the crew don’t have blood family. The crew is their family,” Caden said before I could.

We all had a coffee and talked about our day, and when the guys headed down to the theater to watch a movie, I got changed in my bedroom before returning to the kitchen to do some homework.

My phone rang, and I smiled when I saw Skeeter’s name.

“Hey. You back?” I asked, hearing him sigh.

“Almost. Got held up by traffic, and there’s an accident a little closer to home. I’m going to meet Hunter and Marco at the truck stop to get it out of the way. The southbound lanes are open, so they can get to me easily. Just wanted to check in.”

“That’s a good idea. At least the traffic should thin out a little by the time you’re done,” I stated, pulling my phone away from my ear when a text came through. It was Diesel, and I frowned at the gibberish message. “Is D with you?”

There was a pause before he answered, the click of his lighter reaching my ear.

“Nah. He’s drunk.”

“That explains the text I can’t understand then,” I scoffed, squinting at it as if it would help me understand it.

“Just ignore him. He’s fine. I’ll try and stay at yours tonight, but I can’t promise anything. I’ll explain more when I see you.”

That perked me up. If something had happened and he wanted to tell me, that was a good thing. The news might not have been great, but opening up to me about crew stuff was a big step.

“Okay. I love you, be safe,” I smiled, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied.

“Love you too, baby girl.”

He hung up, and I returned my attention to the text from Diesel.

I tried calling him but it rang out, and after the third time, I started to worry.

Rory: Hey, answer the phone. I’m worried about you.

I waited for ten minutes before getting to my feet and grabbing the Corvette keys, deciding to take it for a spin. I left a note for the guys and headed out to the garage, double checking I had my gun on me before driving towards the gate.

Security waved me through and I made sure to go straight to the Shed without detours, not wanting to get myself into trouble. Was going out alone a good idea? No, but I would be safe at the Shed with Diesel and Brick there, and it was such a short drive.

I kept the music off to hear better, my eyes flicking between my mirrors and the front of the car on repeat, but there wasn’t a problem the entire drive.

“Skeet’s not here,” Matteo growled when I pushed open the door and walked towards the bar, and I rolled my eyes.

“I know, I was just talking to him. I’m looking for Diesel.”

“He’s at home. You can’t—” Samuel started, but Matteo cut me off.