Page 128 of Twisted Fate

“It’s what Slash wanted,” he replied casually, taking a journal out of his back pocket and tossed it onto the bar.

Skeeter frowned as he picked it up, flipping through the pages.

He seemed surprised by whatever he was reading silently.

He sighed and looked up at everyone with mixed emotions on his face.

“Slash has a lot of shit written in here that we obviously need to go through. A lot to do with Rory.”

I blinked at him with confusion, a smirk stretching across his face as he watched me.

“Seems even Slash couldn’t help but fall in love with you. Most of his journal is just about you, babe. His desk is yours, his house is yours, his cars, and even his booze is yours. It states it’s all in his will, apparently, so I’ll look into that for you. You’re about to have comfortable money again, trailer trash.”

I shook my head and took a step back, ignoring his joke as I spoke softly.

“No, all of that should go to you guys.”

“If it’s what he wanted, he would have put it in his will. Slash had his own demons to drown, and you soothed them somehow.”

My mind was reeling.

He wanted me to have it all?

Not his crew?

“If Slash wants me to have his house, I will, but use mine for business. It’s under the radar so it’s a safe spot to move drugs and guns. Or kill people, whatever floats your boat,” I shrugged as I tried to keep my expression blank.

I didn’t want to fall apart again in front of them, but I swore I was going into shock again.

Skeeter smirked as the others chuckled at my idea, motioning for me to stand beside him.

“Well, I guess we better put a vote in to figure out this leadership problem. I personally don’t think it’s a safe idea for you to run us, not because you aren’t capable, but because with this war coming, you really need to know how it all works properly first. You’re also a nasty target for other crews.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t the Soldiers have a fucking field day if a woman was in charge?” I snorted, but Skeeter gave me a dirty look, not finding me funny in the slightest.

“You have no idea. Did you even want a vote put in for you?”

I shrugged casually, despite my insides twisting with panic at the thought of that much responsibility.

“Look, it would be an honour to lead this crew, but you guys have been in this game a long time now, so it’s your call. As long as I get to kill some Soldiers, I’m good if you decide to leave me in the background to play with my gun.”

He nodded, seeming relieved that I wasn’t going to argue with him, then he continued on about other things that needed to be brought to attention.

I was officially a member of the Bloody Psychos by the end of the meeting.

I snuck outside for a cigarette in peace, not being able to believe that everyone agreed to make me a member without argument.

I was only halfway through my cigarette when Skeeter suddenly moved in front of me with worry all over his face.

“There you are. You okay?”

I gave him a brisk nod, having a drag before blowing the smoke out as I spoke.

“Yeah, just thinking. Do you mind if I take off?”

He frowned, leaning against the wall beside me and crossing his arms against his chest. “Where to?”

“I need to see Hunter, then I’ll probably go home to bed. It’s been a long fucking day, you wore me out.”