Page 27 of Twisted Fate

Jensen slowly offered me his hand for comfort, but I shook my head.

He was gone.

Skeeter was fucking gone.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Where are you going?” He asked softly, his simple question causing anger to rip through me.

“Does it matter?” I snapped, his face softening more and his voice remaining calm.

“I just want to make sure you’ll be okay. I don’t like you driving when you’re upset.”

I felt bad for snapping at him, and I sighed as I stepped closer to kiss his cheek.

“I just need to drive for a bit. I’ll be fine.”

“Hey, stay at mine tonight,” he replied, waiting for me to nod before moving so I could give the other two a kiss goodbye, snatching my keys from the bench on my way past.

I knew Tyler had ended up going home late after the party, so I headed to my Corvette without looking for him.

All Animal by Through Fire blasted from the speakers as I revved the engine and reversed out of the driveway, driving along the main road while I figured out where I was actually going.

I drove for an hour before ending up at my old house, parking in the driveway and shutting the engine off.

I wandered up to the porch and unlocked the door, walking into the kitchen and sitting on the bench to light a cigarette and relax.

I was able to move back in now that Max was dead and the house was in my name, but I felt more at home with the Holloway’s in their big ass mansion, especially since I’d discovered most of my life had been a lie.

I reached up into the cupboard for the whisky, scowling when I couldn’t find it.

I always left one in there.

“Looking for something?” Tyler’s voice asked from close by, and I bit back a groan of frustration as I had a drag.

Fucking traitor.

“Where the fuck’s my whisky at, Ty? I’m not in the fucking mood for your games right now.”

He pulled himself up on the bench beside me, placing a kiss on my shoulder, despite the negative energy that was probably radiating out of me.

“Jensen was worried after you took off. I figured I’d wait for you here, because I know this is where you go when you want to think. Want to talk about it?”

I scowled. “No, I don’t. I want my whisky in my hand, and to be left alone.”

“Well, I want you driving sober, so sorry. I love you too much to see you hurt yourself.”

I wanted to hate him.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off and leave me alone to have my pity party, but I couldn’t.

Tyler was the reckless one out of all of the guys, so if he didn’t think it was a good idea, I knew it really wasn’t.

I pulled at my hair with frustration, suddenly exploding at him with all the bullshit in my head.

“He’s just so fucking stupid! How could he think I’d be okay dating someone who literally does what Max and Caden’s dad did? Did he just not fucking think, or what?”

He lit his own cigarette and sighed, leaning back on the bench to rest his back against the wall, his dark eyes watching me closely.