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“Can’t fuck her for a few weeks. She got the depo shot in her arm yesterday.”

“He wasn’t fucking me anyway,” I said sharply, pushing the paper back at Marco. “Thank you, but that could have waited until morning. Do you ever sleep?”

“C’mon, let me crash. It was hard getting past security,” he chuckled, helping himself to Tyler’s side of the bed and stripping off as he went. Tyler, who obviously didn’t mind another snuggle buddy, was more than happy to make room for him, much to everyone else’s annoyance.

“Not happening,” Jensen muttered, but he was already half asleep again since he knew there wasn't a real threat in the house.

“Good night,” Marco smirked before turning the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness again. Lukas buried his face in my hair and went back to sleep like Jensen, and Tyler shuffled to get comfortable, giving me a kiss before going still again.

Fingers toyed with my hair, lightly massaging my scalp and making me sleepy. I knew it was Marco, I could sense it, but I was honestly too tired to scold him over it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

RORY

Marco was still in bed when we got up for school on Wednesday, and we left him sleeping there when we all left. Jensen figured he could just break back in anyway, so kicking him out was pointless.

He was gone when we got home though, and he didn’t break back in that night. He was actually oddly quiet.

“I kept him busy,” Hunter grunted when I mentioned it on Thursday morning when he picked me up to head to Fairview, no Marco in sight. “I’ve told him to leave you alone.”

“Thanks. He’s getting clingy,” I joked, checking my phone to scroll on social media. It was mostly the same shit. The investigation about Mandy’s death, which was looking like the Soldiers getting the blame were going to be thrown in prison, an article about our break-in and how I was let off for killing the intruders, and then I almost dropped the phone when I found a picture of Slash and an article talking about gang wars and the worry of retaliation.

“Aurora,” Hunter said sharply, making me look up to see we’d pulled over and he’d probably repeated my name a few times already. He reached out and took my phone, scanning it before shutting out of it and locking the screen. “Don’t bother with it. You already know there’s retaliation, and it won’t give you answers.”

I blew out a breath, getting my shit together. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see a photo of him.”

“Clearly. Have you gone to visit him yet?” he asked carefully, and I shook my head. “I think you should for some closure.”

“I’m not ready to deal with it. Can we get back on the road? I don’t want to miss seeing Lexi,” I said, needing to steer the conversation away from Slash.

“As long as you know I’m happy to go with you to see Slash if you need me to,” he answered, pulling back onto the road to continue our journey.

We stopped once for gas, but we didn’t stop for anything else. He gave me his phone to pick some music, and we spent the whole trip making small talk. He’d been pretty busy with the crew the past few days, so he caught me up on all the Devils’ drama too.

Apparently, Preston pissed off Hammer and got his face punched in, so now he matched Dom’s black and blue face for touching Violet.

We left everything except our wallets in the car, heading into the main office to sign in, and neither of us were surprised by our strip searches.

“Donovan,” Miss Jarvis said dryly when she saw me walking towards the door to the visitors room with Hunter. “It hasn’t even been two weeks yet. Missing us?”

“Just my little love bug,” I deadpanned, making her snort.

“She’ll be back with you before you know it. Stay out of trouble.”

“Always,” I said sweetly, and Hunter scoffed but didn’t say anything.

It felt strange walking in through this door, moving to a table to wait for Lexi. I recognized some of the other families visiting, one of them eyeing me like they were trying to figure out why I was familiar.

The door opened after a few minutes and inmates started walking in, a grin spreading across my face as Lexi appeared. I could tell she wanted to run over but kept her cool, throwing her arms around me tightly when she reached us.

“Hey,” she murmured, her arms tightening a little more before stepping back to give Hunter one too. “Easy trip down?”

“No trouble,” he confirmed, all of us sitting before we got yelled at.

“So, what’s new?” she beamed, looking at me. “Fill me in on all the spicy times. My pussy’s gone dusty since you left.”

“It’s not spicy. Things are tense,” I sighed, not really knowing how to explain it without looking like an asshole. “I sort of crossed a line with Marco, and the guys got all paranoid about STDs. I’m surprised they didn’t all leave me.”