Page 82 of Shattered Pieces

“I can do two things at once,” he said dryly, texting on his phone.

“You’re seriously going to help the Devils?”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark. “I’m helping Rory. I’m very aware that you’ve wiped your hands of her and left her to rot, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world has to abandon her too.”

“She’s not Sasha, D.”

“No, she’s not. She’s Rory, and she’s her own person. I don’t want her because she shares similar qualities to Sasha,” he grunted, his phone buzzing and making him look down at it, his face falling slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re being dragged into this shit whether you like it or not,” he answered, turning his phone to show me. It was a text from BG, the witness’ name pissing me off in more ways than one.

Fucking Mandy, the priest’s cunt of a daughter.

“Are you serious? That bitch ratted?” I hissed, clenching my fists. “Motherfucker.”

“He’s sent through the official report. Hang on,” he mumbled, scanning the document before sighing. “It claims she was walking past the house when she heard a commotion and investigated. Apparently, she saw Rory shoot Max through the window, then abandon the gun in the yard when she fled. Mandy picked it up and took it to the cops instead of calling them because there were other people around, and she got scared of being caught snooping on potential gang business.”

“So Aurora did something stupid and got caught. Big surprise.”

“This is bullshit,” Diesel scoffed. “Rory never threw the gun outside, Marco disposed of it himself. Mandy also knows the Devils, so why didn’t she name them? I don’t think she was even there.”

“All I’m hearing is Marco set Rory up, fed information to Mandy, and got Rory dealt with now that they’re sick of her,” I snorted, but that wasn’t exactly Marco’s way of handling things with girls. He could be cruel, but there was no need to get her locked up to get her away from him.

It honestly didn’t make sense.

Diesel gave me a knowing look before running his eyes over the statement again.

“There was also no way that bitch was wandering around the Heights, and Marco didn’t feed the information to her. The cops don’t care how likely it is, as long as they get to drag crew drama into the spotlight and pin it on someone. Rory’s pretty hot news right now, so if they can charge her for something like this, it could be a big promotion for someone and it makes the department look good for reporters.”

“Who fucking saw it then if Marco didn’t rat or if Mandy wasn’t there? Someone knew what happened and told Mandy about it. Would any of the other Devils rat her out?”

“They don’t seem to give a shit about her hanging around. Not like our guys. She respects them and they respect her,” he shrugged.

“How long was she spending time with them for them to have that kind of relationship?”

“Not long. The Devils don’t really have a problem with women hanging around Hunter, that’s all. Hunter’s been working day and night to try and get her out, so Marco’s stepped up to take his place to run things. Nothing is being neglected, so the Devils don’t care.”

My eyes narrowed as I studied him. “How do you know all of this?”

“Because Hunter keeps me in the loop. I asked him about his crew causing issues like the Psychos did, and he said it’s not an issue and explained the situation to me. Some of the guys got along well with her the few times they were around her. I know Faris is polite to her,” he replied, and I rolled my eyes.

Faris was like a dog that just learned what his dick could do. He just wanted to fuck her too.

“You’d better tell Marco you found the witness then,” I grumbled, but he shook his head.

“Firstly, we need to figure out how to handle this with our guys.”

I frowned, not exactly following. “This has nothing to do with our guys.”

“You might not think so, but that girl Matteo’s been fucking is a rat. What else does she know? What happens when he kicks her to the curb and she throws a rich bitch tantrum and spills a bunch of shit to the cops about us? This issue isn’t about Rory, it’s about having a rat among us. We have to let Matteo know and find out what he’s been telling her.”

It made sense, but I groaned at knowing this would turn into a whole thing about Rory. The guys would think I’d changed my mind about her.

“This is going to be a shitshow,” I grumbled, grabbing my keys. “Let’s get it out of the way. So much for a chilled night off.”

We headed out to the McLaren and I drove while Diesel called Brick to let him know we were on the way for a meeting.