Page 30 of Reckless Vengeance

“Heard it, actually.”

“Thanks.”

She blinked at me, confusion hitting her. “Thanks?”

“I’ll be sure to let Skeet know. He’ll probably stop by to ask you some questions and get to the bottom of it.”

He wouldn’t, we all knew she was making it up, but she didn’t know I was full of shit.

“You’re sending him after me now?” she exclaimed loudly, trying to cause a scene.

“You’re dramatic, you know that? I said he’d ask you questions,” I said with a shrug, looking over at Tyler. “I think Josie’s home this weekend. We should throw our party at yours.”

“I’m fine with that,” he replied, knowing I was ending my conversation with Claire to piss her off.

“Invite only. You guys keep letting the trash blow in,” I sighed, hearing Claire huff.

“How dare you!”

I looked at her with a frown, tapping my fingers on the table. “What? I never said I was talking about you. Do you identify as trash now?”

She let out an annoyed screech and stalked off with her girls chasing after her, and Caden chuckled.

“It’s a shame you have such a good moral compass. You would’ve fit right in with us at the start of high school. You’re good bully material.”

I scoffed, giving him the stink eye. “That’s not the compliment you think it is.”

“Sure it is,” he winked, hauling me onto his lap.

I didn’t fight it, enjoying his touch as we continued eating, listening to him and Tyler banter about which new music releases were the best.

It was nice just having a laugh, some of the tension leaving my body from the stress of the last few days.

Caden

I’d been coiled tight for what felt like forever, but it all faded once I had Rory on my lap. She’d become a part of me, and not having her in my bed was driving me insane.

It felt like every night she was in my bed, she’d sneak out or something would happen.

Thankfully, she put up with me touching her throughout the rest of the day, needing to keep a hand on her at all times as if to stop her from escaping.

We were in the gym avoiding the basketball game from our PE class, and I didn’t realize I’d zoned out until Tyler gave me a nudge and dropped down beside me on the weight bench.

“You good?” he asked quietly, his eyes on Rory, where she was beating up the punching bag in the corner with a pair of boxing gloves.

“Yeah. She needs an outlet or she’s going to explode,” I muttered, sweat coating her brow as she swung her fist at the bag.

“That’s easy. Fuck her,” he shrugged.

“She needs to hit something that might hit her back. She obviously can’t fight at the Shed, I’d bet money on them canceling fights right now even if she could go there. I tried to find her somewhere safe to fight, but there’s nothing around that’s not connected to other crews or possible enemies of the Psychos. That’s the last thing she needs right now.”

“She’s friends with some of the girls from the Shed. She can hang out with them and still fight,” Jensen suggested as he appeared beside me, grabbing a bottle of water and downing half of it.

“Do you really want your house filled with possible problem teens who might steal the—” Tyler shut up when I cut him a dirty look.

“I don’t think Rory would be friends with people she couldn’t trust. The gym at home is more than big enough to use a section for fighting.”

“Yeah, but your mom will freak out if she thinks Rory’s hosting fights. Not to mention the floor would get stained with blood. Those girls are brutal,” Tyler sighed, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.