Page 131 of Twisted Fate

I didn’t hesitate as I shoved him back against the wall, pressing my front against his to box him in.

I kept my voice low, but I put more bite into it than I intended, causing him to flinch.

“I don’t give a fuck about what lifestyle she chooses for herself. I just want her, Lukas. I’ll take her any way I can have her, because at least she’ll still be mine. I love her, you need to fucking accept that. You don’t have to love her, and I can’t make you, but I know for a fact that you don’t hate her and this act is a lie. I’m not going to push her away for you, despite how much you might hate me for it. Lose the fucking attitude, or you’ll lose me.”

A pained sound bubbled up from his throat as he stared at me with his almond eyes, his body relaxing against mine as I placed my hands on his waist. “I want to see where this goes, Luke, but you have to work with me. I can’t just be someone you kiss behind the curtains, just for the sake of having someone. No one’s going to leave you, unless you force their hand. Rory loves you even though you’ve treated her like absolute shit, remember that. You’re your own worst enemy, you really are.”

“I’ll lose her,” he whispered, the anger subsiding inside me as I watched his face contort into sadness.

I gave his hips a small squeeze, leaning forwards so that my nose gently brushed his.

“Don’t you see? You lost her anyway,” then I stepped back, his face morphing into anger again.

“I can’t deal with her breaking us, Jense.”

“Are you asking me to fucking choose?” I choked out with surprise, his face falling before he hardened it again, giving me a brisk nod.

“Yes. Me or her?”

I didn’t hesitate as my fingers wrapped around his throat firmly, tugging him closer so that our foreheads nearly touched, my voice bitter.

“Get the fuck out of my house. Hate yourself elsewhere,” then I pushed him back and stormed up to my room, slamming the door behind me so I could fall apart in private.

This was on him.

* * *

Rory

“Can I talk to you?”

The stern voice pulled me from my peaceful sleep as Hunter moved behind me, his voice rough from sleep.

“Can you come back later? It’s too fucking early for this shit, man.”

I glanced up and met eyes with Diesel, giving him an unimpressed glare.

He knew better than to wake me up early.

“Right now? How the fuck did you even get in here? I locked up.”

“One thing I need to talk to you about,” he grunted, keeping his eyes on Hunter who gave him a sly smirk because he was a tormenting bastard.

“Something on your mind, Mr Maverick?”

“You’re lucky it wasn’t Skeet who came over to find you like this. Don’t get too cocky, asshole,” Diesel warned, making me scowl.

I needed coffee.

“Sit down and talk, D. Leave Hunter alone.”

“Can’t we do this downstairs?” He muttered, and I gave him a snort of annoyance.

I wasn’t getting out of bed for fucking anyone.

“No. Climb in if you feel like it, but I’m not getting out of bed yet. What did you want to talk about?”

He sat on top of the covers, pressing his back against the headboard with his arms crossed tightly.