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Jensen looked like he wanted to argue, but Tyler gave him a look before nodding at me.

“We’ll leave him alone. Tell him we’re here if he needs us.”

Skeeter stretched and said goodbye to the guys as he followed me from the room, eavesdropping on my phone call without shame.

“I’m just leaving now. The guys aren’t going to follow, but they said to let them know if you need them. Do you need anything?” I asked, returning my attention back to Lukas.

“Just you.”

He hung up and I frowned at the phone, Skeeter’s voice snapping me out of my confusion. “Is he okay?”

“Like you give a fuck.”

“I tease the little shit, but he’s a good kid. Is he in trouble?”

“I don’t think so. He’s just dealing with a lot. Sorry to bail on you after asking you to stay,” I sighed, enjoying the sweet kiss he placed on my temple as we shoved our shoes on to leave.

“That’s okay, I have things I should be doing anyway. Call me if Luke’s in trouble and you’re in over your head,” he demanded, giving me another kiss and snatching Caden’s keys off the kitchen counter. “Yo, Holloway! I’m taking your car!”

Footsteps sounded as Caden sprinted downstairs, skidding to a stop in front of us.

“Like fuck. Why would I let you take my car?”

“Do you want the crime scene removed, or not? I’ll return it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I need it today!”

“Just ride with Gilbert or Ty for one day, it won’t kill you,” Skeeter snickered, pocketing the McLaren keys so Caden couldn’t use his car while he was gone, and I walked off to let them deal with their issues.

Lukas was more important right now than a rich boy and a criminal arguing over cars.

CHAPTER TWELVE

LUKAS

Ipaced in my room as I waited for Rory to arrive, my breaths loud and sharp as I tried not to hyperventilate. Blood dripped down my arm and onto the carpet, but I ignored it, too focused on not letting myself jump out the damn window.

Mom was right, I was a fucking disgrace.

What the hell had I been thinking by kissing Jensen? I just needed to fuck Rory a few more times and those fucked up ideas of Jensen would be out of my head.

I’d just been lonely, right?

“Luke?” My eyes flashed up to the door to find Rory standing there, her eyes wide as she noticed the blood that I’d dripped everywhere. “Jesus, baby. Come on, let’s clean you up.”

“I didn’t mean to. Fuck, I?—”

“It’s okay. Let me look,” she said softly, walking towards me and taking my bloodied arm in her hand to inspect the damage I’d done to my inner forearm. “It doesn’t look too deep. Can I wash it and get a better look?”

I nodded, my throat tight as she led me into my bathroom. Having her here felt strange, she hadn’t been in this room for almost five years. It had been so long, and part of me calmed at knowing she was here.

She wouldn’t let me jump out of the window, I was fine now.

My arm stung as she let the cold water wash over it, but I didn’t flinch, savoring the burn.

“You need stitches, this part’s deep, but you missed the vein, luckily,” she said with relief, and I jerked back, getting water and droplets of blood on both of us.

“I’m not going to the hospital. Mom?—”