Page 172 of Reckless Vengeance

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

RORY

“Are you sure you’re safe here?” Jensen asked me for the millionth time as I leaned against the side of his Lamborghini. We were at Slash’s house the following day, and he’d insisted on him and Lukas following me to make sure I got here okay.

I couldn’t really blame them, but I was tired of us looking over our shoulders every second we stepped out of the house. I wanted five minutes alone, and they’d thankfully agreed when Skeeter told them about Slash’s security system.

His tech room also doubled as a safe room if I hit a panic button, the room locking me in until I either shut it off, or someone came to get me.

If anyone showed up or shot at the house, I’d head straight in there and lock it.

“I’m fine. Skeet’s only around the corner, and I’ll call if I need help. I have my gun, knife, and my phone will be on me at all times,” I said, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. “I’m a pretty good shot.”

“I don’t like leaving you here alone.”

“I’m going to murder someone if I don’t get some me time. I can sit here in Slash’s stalker room and try to keep searching for Max and Mom.”

“Fine. We’ll be at mine if you need us,” he sighed, and Lukas unbuckled himself and leaned across him to give me a kiss too.

“Be safe, baby,” Lukas said, thankfully not arguing with me like I’d expected him to.

I was pretty sure Jensen had sucked his soul from his body before breakfast, mine too. It was so good to be able to come without my body hating me for it now the bruises were fading.

The guys waited for me to lock myself inside the house before leaving, and I made sure the security system was on before I headed into the tech room, not wanting someone to sneak up on me.

Once I turned the computer on and the monitors all lit up, I opened the hacking apps that Diesel had taught me to use, waiting for them to load. At least Slash had it set up so that Hunter couldn’t hack my shit, it was one of the only things Hunter claimed he’d struggled with.

I spent an hour scanning local cameras manually, not being able to access all of them, but a lot were easy to hack into, thanks to the app. It did it all for me.

A notification pinged in the Heights, and I opened it to find Max looking right at me. He was in a house, presumably on a laptop as he talked to someone on a call.

“I’ll send you the money tomorrow,” he gritted out, and I shuddered a little as Razor’s voice replied.

“You owe me money and that cunt of a daughter. You want an extension? I won’t just take interest, Donovan, I’ll be taking fingers. You said they’d fucking let her go, and now I’ve got a war on my doorstep.”

“I didn’t think you’d go in guns blazing. How is that my fault? Besides, with Slash gone, it should be easy to take down Skeeter. Make them either join you, or die.”

“Spoken like a true businessman with zero street sense,” Razor tsked. “The Psychos have friends in high places.”

“You have the Kings.”

“Don’t be fooled. The Kings have no one’s backs but their own. Now that Skeet’s all cozy with the Holloways, it complicates things. I’d hoped the drive-by would have Josie throw them out on the street, but if anything, she’s only pulled them in more.”

Max snorted, not seeming surprised. “She’s a do-gooder, that’s why. I’d intended on marrying her and taking both her and her son out, but her will is so airtight that I’d never see a fucking cent anyway. If anything happens to Caden, I still wouldn’t get any because she’s divided her fortune among the other boys in that situation. Tristan refusing to divorce her probably saved me from wasting my time.”

“It’s not like you need the money anyway, you greedy piece of shit.”

That made me frown. Max was broke, Skeeter had gone through all of his possessions and bank information, so unless he had wads of cash lying around, he had nothing.

“If you give me until tomorrow, I’ll add another ten thousand for you if you make it hurt when you get your hands on Aurora. She acts tough, but she’s just a scared little girl. I’ll send you the video I have of Tristan with her. Might give you some ideas.”

“Ten thousand to role play her first assault? Tomorrow? Make it fifteen and you have a deal,” Razor answered, and Max grumbled to himself for a minute before agreeing.

“Fine. I’ll meet you tomorrow at our usual spot.”

“Good.” He hung up without a goodbye, nausea swimming in my throat to the point I almost puked. But then I noticed a location marker, all my sickness forgotten about as I realized his phone had pinged in the system.

I was out the door and in the Mustang in seconds, putting my phone on the stand to track the marker in case it moved.