Page 110 of Twisted Fate

“I fucking told you…”

“I don’t give a fuck, Slash! No one gets to come in here and hurt any of you!” I shouted, everyone going quiet at my demanding tone.

It scared me how real my false bravery had become.

His face softened, but slow clapping drew our attention over to a man a little older than Slash, as he walked into the shed with a grin.

He was handsome enough, but he reeked of pain and suffering.

“Well, what a show. You must be our problem.”

I rolled my eyes, grinning with more false bravery.

“That’s funny, because you’re my problem.”

“You’re nothing fucking special, stop thinking you are. They’ll mourn you when you’re gone, but they’ll move on before they know it,” he spat, his superior attitude pissing me off.

Hunter moved closer to me, appearing bored with the conversation as he watched the Soldier’s apparent leader.

“How about you guys just fuck off home and leave us to it, yeah? We have shit to do and you’re wasting our time.”

“Tell me something. When did the Devil’s Armada and the fucking Bloody Psychos team up? Over a piece of ass, none the less?” The guy growled, but Hunter smirked, a cocky tone in his voice.

“Team up? Don’t be stupid, we all want to kill each other still. If anything happens to her though, you’d have two pissed off crews. You know that, right?”

“Pussy can’t be that fucking good,” the asshole spat, but Hunter waggled his eyebrows in response.

“I’ll let you know if you fuck off and let me have her. Badass woman’s hot though, am I right, Razor?”

The guy who was apparently called Razor, watched us for a moment, before shrugging with a grunt.

“Hot doesn’t always mean worth it. Women make you weak, and now you’re willing to start a war over one.”

I glared, firing a shot close to his foot.

“Excuse me?”

Slash cursed at me loudly, but Hunter moved in front of me with a stern look on his face.

“Relax and let us talk, okay?”

“No! They have a problem with me, and I want to know what the fuck…”

A bullet grazed my arm suddenly, and I glared at Razor who was obviously in charge.

I went to speak, but Skeeter suddenly fired at them, starting a fucking war.

All hell broke loose as I ducked for cover, firing shots at anyone with a Soldier’s jacket on and praying it hit them.

Diesel found me, ducking down beside me as we defended ourselves and spoke over the deafening racket.

“Did the bullet do much damage to your arm?”

“No, just a graze. I’m fine Diesel, just…”

It was suddenly quiet apart from the sound of retreating footsteps, causing my heart to hammer in my chest.

Silence in war could be really good, or really fucking bad.