Page 61 of Reckless Vengeance

“It’s just ecstasy. I used to fuck around with these myself so I know they’re good. Go on, one each on the house,” Marco encouraged as he took one out and tried placing it in Tyler’s hand, but I pulled Tyler back.

“Go fuck yourself. We don’t want it.”

“Alright, but if you ever want the good stuff, call me. I’ll hook you up,” Marco said, leaning closer to speak quietly. “I assume Skeet’s not here since no one’s walked over and punched me yet?”

“He’s busy,” I replied.

“He’s never too busy for me. Want me to call him?”

“Marco, don’t,” I groaned, trying to talk over the noise. “He doesn’t know we’re here. You already fucked up his relationship with that other girl, so stop trying to cause a fight between us. I won’t fuck you like she did, so get over it.”

He snickered, grabbing my throat to pull me closer. “It’s cute that you thought I was the homewrecker. Skeet was never with her.”

“He walked in on you with her.”

“The vital piece you’re missing in your little story is that you’re assuming they were in love and he killed her for betraying him. He wasn’t in love with her, Donovan, he killed her for touching what he thought was his.”

“What?” I scoffed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“That girl’s dead because she touched me, not because I touched her. Your boyfriend’s a possessive asshole, you know? He really didn’t like sharing me. Kind of surprised he’s okay with you and—” I swung at him, making him laugh as he dodged the hit. “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“You’re the one that fucked him up? The one who hurt him?” I gritted out, pushing down the shock that Skeeter was into guys, or just Marco, I wasn’t sure. It was obviously something that he’d been trying to keep buried.

“Aw, you guys talk about it? That’s sweet. We weren’t together, he just thought we were.”

I snorted, giving him a look of disgust. “From what I’ve gathered, you were more than just fuck buddies.”

“It’s not my fault he got the wrong idea. Well, it might be. My cock’s pretty great, no wonder he fell in love with me,” he smirked, not managing to dodge my next hit as I swung at his cheek.

“Rory,” Tyler groaned, panicking about me starting potential crew wars. Hopefully, he hadn’t heard what we’d been talking about.

People moved out of the way as I threw myself at Marco again, pissed at him for hurting Skeeter like that. It wasn’t a misunderstanding, Skeeter had genuinely been in love with him and had his heart broken.

No wonder he’d been so hurt when he’d walked in on Marco and that girl.

Tyler was cursing behind me, and I pulled my knife out when another one of the Devils appeared, but Marco put his hand out.

“You don’t touch her.”

“Isn’t that Skeet’s bitch?” the guy asked, his eyes narrowing.

“We’re due to leave soon, right? I’ll drop her home,” Marco replied, laughing as I took a swipe at him with the knife. “Baby, wait until we get home.”

I managed to cut his arm and his patience ran out, wrapping his arms around me and knocking the knife from my hand. Tyler scrambled for it but Marco tsked him.

“Don’t be difficult. We’re going to get in the car so I can take you two home since I highly doubt you’re allowed to be here or you would have told Skeet.”

“Let me go, dickbag!” I snapped, making him sigh.

“Always with the name calling.” He dipped down and tossed me over his shoulder, keeping a tight grip on me as I hit his back.

“Marco!”

“Polo!” he hollered over his shoulder at me as he carried me out through the party towards the door, his friend scrambling after us.

Tyler ran after us too, throwing himself against the car door before Marco could open it.

“I won’t let you take her. Put her down,” he bit out, patting his pockets for his phone, but we’d left them at home.