Page 9 of Shattered Pieces

“There has to be something in her bedroom. Does she keep a diary?”

“Not since we used it against her at school,” he replied with a wince.

“There has to be more clues. What if they have hidden photos together or something? Were they secretly dating? Caden, I’m going to fucking kill her,” I snarled, throwing the empty cup across the room and making it shatter. “Fuck!”

My chest hurt like hell, disbelief filling me. Would she really have done that? Sneaking around with Slash might have been a thrill for her, so sneaking around with Hunter?

She probably got her rocks off to it.

I found my keys and wallet in the bedroom, grateful that Caden knew not to fuck with me as he followed me outside and said he’d follow in his Challenger, and the fury inside me only grew by the time we arrived.

I almost tore my damn car door off getting out, making Caden cringe as we headed towards the front door.

“I know you’re mad, but tone it down a little. You’re going to scare the staff, dude.”

“Fuck the staff.”

“Maybe don’t do that. Mom doesn’t like it,” he grumbled, waving a concerned looking Karl off as we made our way through the kitchen and up the stairs.

Rory’s scent hit me like a brick when I opened the door, and I had to remind myself that she was no better than Marco to avoid choking on the emotions from it.

I pulled her bedside drawers out and dumped the contents on the bed, Caden doing the same with the other side. She had nothing hidden in there, so I made my way to her closet next, digging through her clothes and random shit that she’d wedged in there until I found a few things that I knew weren't hers.

Before I even lifted them properly, Hunter’s scent reached me and I scowled, fisting the offending material.

“Why the fuck does she have his clothes here?” I bit out, pulling some of his sweats out next.

“Those are what she was wearing when he brought her home on his bike. I don’t know why she kept them,” he said with a frown.

“How many nights has she claimed she was with one of us but was with him instead?” I snarled, tossing the clothes aside. “Swear to me you didn’t fucking know.”

“I didn’t know they were sneaking around like that. I don’t trust that asshole, so if I thought they were doing shit behind our backs, I would have said something. Do you think she’s with Marco too?”

“He’s the one that probably got her into bed in the first place. He’s a smooth fucker when he wants to be. It’s how he sucked me in. Just a bunch of pretty lies and false promises,” I answered before realizing what I’d said.

I clenched my jaw and dropped down to sit on the floor inside the closet with my back to the wall, and Caden slid down the wall opposite me, watching me cautiously.

“You were with Marco?” he finally asked, and I scoffed.

“I’m not talking about it.”

“So you forced Lukas to face who he is, but you can’t?”

“It’s not like that!” I shouted, raking my hands through my hair. “I know what it’s like to be forced into hiding, and I hate the thought of anyone feeling like that. I don’t want to talk about it because Marco played me, and I don’t want to remember a single damn thing about it.”

“Hey,” he murmured, nudging my foot with his. “I’m surprised, but I won’t judge you for it. What happened?”

My throat was tight, so I just shook my head. Knowing Marco broke my heart years ago, just to take my girl from me now? I wanted to tear them to shreds.

“She knew what he did to me, and she still did this,” I finally said, his eyes narrowing.

“She knew?”

“Yeah. He told her,” I muttered, picking at invisible fluff on my jeans. “Either she played me, or they did exactly what I warned her they’d do and played her by sucking her in with their bullshit. I told her there were no second chances with me if that happened.”

“Should we go and find him? I’ll hold him while you punch,” he suggested, making the ghost of a smile curve my lips.

“Your scrawny arms couldn’t hold Marco down, but thanks for the offer.”