Page 39 of Reckless Vengeance
“It was an accident. I know not to get between you and someone when you’re fighting,” I replied.
“Are the guys home?”
“They weren’t earlier. Why?”
“Someone needs to stay with you, and I can’t. I only checked my phone because I was about to call Brick. I didn’t know you’d tried calling, I just saw Mule’s text come through as I unlocked my phone and jumped straight in the car. I have to drop you off and get back to the Shed. I’m in the middle of something.”
“Let Mule take me home then, we’re having a movie night anyway. If you’re busy—”
“I want to check you out properly before I go. You need to rest in the dark and stay off screens. Movie night with Mule will have to wait,” he sighed, his eyes sliding to my window.
I turned my head, finding Marco approaching with my tools in hand. He must have taken them from Mule’s car.
The door opened and he placed them on the floor by my feet, looking at Skeeter.
“I know you’re going through it right now, but you’re lucky I don’t knock your teeth out. That hit could have killed her.”
“I’m well aware of how dangerous my fists are. It was an accident. One that could have been prevented if you guys stayed the fuck away from my girl,” Skeeter warned in a low voice.
“Maybe if you kept an eye on her, we wouldn’t have to run around playing bodyguard all the time. We’ve had every chance to take her to spite you and never have. All we’ve done is keep her safe. I’m not the fucking enemy here, you are.”
“How the fuck—”
This was starting to hurt my head, so I tugged the hood back down over my eyes, letting them argue.
“Hunt saw you, Skeet. You were driving the truck for Savage,” Marco said sharply, and Skeeter scoffed.
“I always drove the trucks for the drug and gun hauls. What’s your point?”
“You hauled trucks full of women, you idiot. Admit it.”
“For the last time, we never traded in flesh. Never have, never will,” Skeeter gritted out, and I could hear rustling before an arm moved across my thighs and an awful sound reached my ears.
I moved the hood out of the way, finding Marco’s arm across my lap with his phone in hand, showing Skeeter something on it. I could make out a truck by a warehouse, watching as women cried as they were unloaded like cattle. Some dressed, some naked, and some definitely underage.
I wanted to throw up again.
“What’s this?” Skeeter demanded, but he didn’t sound angry, just confused.
“This is the haul from the night Hunter saw you driving the truck. He followed. After you left, Savage stayed and helped unload them all to the warehouse that was hosting the auction,” Marco answered with disgust, but I saw it as his face fell a fraction at Skeeter’s silence as he took the phone in his hands, hitting the replay button in disbelief. “You really didn’t know?”
“This isn’t right,” Skeeter muttered, scanning the screen. “It was machine guns. I remember that delivery. That’s the warehouse in Riverside.”
“It was human trafficking. That girl there, the one with the pig tails? She was nine. She was bought for two hundred k and given to Lopez as a trade for a debt owed by some asshole. You don’t even want to hear the list of things that happened to that kid. You know how sick and twisted the Demons were.”
Skeeter looked sick as he handed the phone back. “Send that to me.”
“I can do that if you unblock my number,” he said dryly, moving his arm from my leg and looking up at my face. “Put more ice on it when you get home.”
“Not my first rodeo,” I answered, drawing Skeeter’s attention to the fact I was here. He’d completely forgotten.
“I’ve got her,” Skeeter said gruffly as he started the car, leaving the second Marco backed away and shut the door.
He remained silent the entire drive, lost in his own head. Once we arrived at the house, he checked his phone, most likely to unblock Marco, then his hands came up to hold my face gently to inspect my temple.
He muttered curses under his breath, letting go when Caden’s car pulled in close by.
“Get Holloway to keep an eye on you. My phone’s ringing like mad, so I need to get back.”
