Page 26 of Twisted Fate

I could tell he was fuming, despite the calm vibe he was giving off.

“Oh, really? And when did he manage to do that?”

I shrugged, giving him a filthy look as his fist hit the bench in front of me.

When at first you don’t get an answer, intimidate and initiate violence, apparently.

“Don’t give me that shit. Answer my fucking question!” He shouted, all control going out the window.

I pushed my pancakes back and glared at him, my own control wavering.

“He just brought it up when we had lines last night. He didn’t actually try anything.”

Caden snorted, walking in like king ding-a-ling and late to the party as always.

“Didn’t look like that from where I was standing.”

“He didn’t fucking touch me!” I insisted angrily, jumping as Skeeter grabbed my chin hard, forcing me look at him as his fingers dug painfully into my skin.

“I don’t give a fuck if he touched you or not, he shouldn’t have even brought up the idea of fucking you. You’re spoken for.”

“His point was that I’m sleeping with the five of you, so one more wouldn’t matter. I told him it did matter, and that was the end of it.”

“Only because Holloway walked in. You were getting high with him, Donovan. He could have taken advantage of you.”

“I won’t pass out from a few lines of fucking powder, and Slash isn’t a fucking rapist,” I shot back, his green eyes turning dark as he spoke in a low voice.

“You think he just kills people for a living? When you need revenge on someone, usually raping their fucking wife or someone close to them is enough to break them. I personally don’t agree with the method, so I’ve never done it and won’t ever do it, but Slash doesn’t give a fuck. You guys have gotten too fucking close, so he won’t see it as rape, he’ll see it as you just playing hard to get. Stay the fuck away from him, I mean it.”

He let me go and I stumbled back from my chair with a sneer, my nails biting into my palms as my fists clenched, mixed emotions racing through me.

“You’re really part of a crew that takes part in that kind of shit? You’re just as bad as my fucking dad.”

“Doubt it, babe,” he said bluntly, lazily leaning against the table to watch me as if calculating his next move.

He never knew how to handle me, because the threat of violence always made me worse.

“Listen to yourself! You let him fucking rape people? Someone’s wife? Someone’s daughter? Fuck that, Skeeter. Your crew or me.”

He held my gaze, his voice surprisingly calm as he answered me.

“Rory, checking out of the crew isn’t like cancelling a library card. It’s a process, and the Psychos are my family. I won’t turn my back on them.”

Hot tears prickled my eyes as I looked away from him completely, my heart breaking as I fought hard to keep the shake out of my voice.

“Get out.”

“You really want me to walk away from them? That fucking crew has been my life for as long as I can remember. It’s not like boy scouts where you can just come and go without problems. You can end up dead for walking away from it,” he tried to explain, but I wasn’t going to listen to it.

“Leave, Skeeter. Fuck you for keeping that shit from me.”

“You know I’m not supposed to talk about crew business. You’re seriously throwing me out?” He asked in disbelief, caution in his voice as if his slight change in tone would change my mind.

“Yes. I never want to fucking see you again either,” I gritted out, refusing to look at him as he slammed his fist into the bench beside me before stalking past without a word, slamming the door on the way out.

His McLaren screeched up the street as he pulled away from the house, signalling his departure.

The room was quiet, and I jerked my arm away as someone wrapped their fingers around my bicep.