Page 132 of Twisted Fate

“You need training. I know you’re a great shot, so that’s half the work done already, but you need to…”

“Keep your hat on, I told her all this last night when we were talking,” Hunter cut in, causing Diesel to narrow his eyes on me as if I was Satan.

“You know he’s part of a rival crew, right? What the fuck have you been telling him?”

I let out a sound of frustration.

Did he think I told him the codes to the safe or some shit?

“Only his opinion on if I’d make a good leader and that Slash usually sorts me out when I bleed.”

“Be careful. Everyone’s already on edge with the Soldiers,” he warned as if I wasn’t aware of our current situation.

“Yeah, and the Devils are on our side,” I argued as he levelled me with an angry look.

He never got seriously mad at me.

I knew the Psychos would hate me hanging out with Hunter alone, but it wasn’t like I was giving him the blueprints to our buildings or the codes to the safe.

“Babe, rival crews, remember?” He finally said dryly, but I raised an eyebrow, tired of the same old conversation.

“Only because you dick heads can’t let shit go. You guys would be great allies for each other, but you’re all too stubborn. You need to come together as one crew but under separate names to keep your independence. Make peace, for fuck’s sake.”

Hunter chuckled, pulling me against him to kiss my shoulder.

His lips would feel good on my…

“It isn’t that simple babe,” he cut into my filthy thoughts, but Diesel scowled, apparently not done arguing about who’s dick was bigger.

“No, because some crews can’t keep their dicks away from other crew’s women. You wonder why Skeet’s always so pissed at you? Jumping in bed with the woman he loves is a good way to get fucking shot at.”

“We aren’t sleeping together,” Hunter mumbled before giving me a sly grin. “Yet.”

“You know Skeet better than anyone, Hunter. You’re asking for trouble. Everyone’s on edge about Slash, so don’t fucking add to it,” Diesel replied sharply, patting my shoulder gently as he stood back up. “I’m heading to the shed, we’ll talk more later. Stay out of trouble.”

I yawned, the chance of going back to sleep pretty slim.

“Yeah, I will. I’m going to school anyway.”

He muttered about me being crazy on his way out, leaving me to get ready for the day without any more whining.

Hunter stayed in bed as I climbed out and stripped down to my bra and panties to get dressed, a groan leaving him as he shamelessly checked me out.

“Play fair, Donovan.”

I glanced over my shoulder, smiling sweetly.

“Don’t look then, pretty boy.”

“You know you’re fucking hot,” he grumbled, eyeing me as I pulled my shorts over my ass, before I wriggled into a tank top.

Perve.

“So you keep saying, but you stick around anyway. What will you be up to today?” I asked, running my fingers through my tangled hair to tame the big black pile of knots.

He looked at me like I was stupid.

“Coming with you, obviously.”