Page 7 of Shattered Pieces

“Is he? I’m a little surprised. He knew you were dicking his girl, right? I saw Donovan was arrested from your bed.”

“It’s not what you think. If you saw why she was arrested, you’d understand why I was helping her,” I said dryly, and he let out a low whistle.

“Damn, that bitch actually offed the prick? Well, good for her. What I don’t understand is why you were the one helping her and not Maddox.”

“You and me both,” I grumbled, motioning to the bar. “Go sit over there, Ty. Buy a drink and be nice to Milky. We won’t be long.”

Tyler looked like he wanted to argue, but he thankfully did as he was told and wandered over to sit at the bar.

We walked towards a booth in the corner to sit, and Archer let out an irritated sigh. “Any news on Evans? He’s unusually quiet.”

“Not a thing. Haven’t even heard a peep out of Razor. Makes me paranoid that they’re plotting something,” I answered, and Marco winced.

“Do you think they have something to do with Donovan’s arrest? Get her alone in there and have her handled like some of the girls have been lately? All the crews seemed to have had someone attacked in the women’s prison over the past month or so.”

“It’s possible. Lex said things have been calm in there since the attacks, which makes her nervous too,” I stated, and Archer scowled at me.

“When the fuck did you speak to her?”

“This morning. I went to visit her to talk to her about Rory,” I shrugged, his eyes narrowing.

“Don’t fucking drag her into your bullshit.”

“I’m not, I just asked her to play nicely. She’s not getting involved,” I promised, eyeing Tyler as he talked to Milky while sipping a beer. “I only had one girl in there, and she got released a few days ago, so I can’t organize someone to take Rory into their prison crew.”

“I’ve only got Lex in there right now, and she wouldn’t take her in even if I asked her to. You know she hates her, right? She waved a gun at Myles in here,” Archer tsked. “Why are you making that girl your problem? Leave her with Maddox.”

“I highly doubt that’s an option. Pretty sure he’s turned on her.”

“Do you blame him? I don’t fucking understand why he was sharing his girl with those rich pricks, but I know for a fact that he’d never be okay with you getting close to her. All you did was put a target on her head and label her a backstabbing snake.”

“She called me. I wasn’t going to leave her alone to deal with that mess. Maybe if that fucker ever answered the phone, this wouldn’t have happened,” I bit out, only making him chuckle.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Rivera. You only helped her because it gave you a leg up and made Skeet look like the bad guy.”

“There’s not a lot of people I’d drop everything for to help, but it's ironic those on my list include your girl and Skeet’s. I wouldn’t have to be so helpful if you guys actually looked after them properly. Where were you the night Lexi was arrested, huh? Balls deep in one of your girls? She told me you two were fighting before she took off.”

He glared at me, pulling out his gun and placing it on the table to show me it was there.

“You need to watch your mouth, Rivera. You don’t know anything.”

“So you weren’t fucking anyone else?”

“It’s none of your business.”

I barked out a laugh, leaning back and crossing my arms. “Why did you marry her if you didn’t want a wife, man? You don’t want her, but no one else can have her either? That it?”

“I’m not discussing this with you,” he answered sharply, and I chuckled.

“That’s why you hate me so much, isn’t it? You know she’s yours, but she won’t let go of me either. I’m the one she can turn to no matter what.”

“Before this turns into a shitfight, can we change the subject?” Marco drawled, flicking his lighter out of boredom.

“I think that’s smart,” Archer grunted, keeping the gun in view. “I hate dealing with you pricks, but I think we can agree it’s a good idea to keep an eye out for trouble together over the Soldiers and Kings. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll reach out if I hear anything too,” I nodded, getting to my feet. “Always a pleasure seeing you, Hendricks.”

“Bite me, jackass,” he grumbled, watching us leave the booth to grab Tyler before we headed out to our cars.