Page 31 of Twisted Fate

“So, you kick the door in and wave a fucking gun at me? You’re right, I fucking forgive you.”

“I’m not waving it at you, but keep going Skeet, and I might just miss her,” I snapped, narrowing my eyes as the girl laughed.

She actually fucking laughed at me.

I kept the gun aimed at her, my voice low.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“Look at how pathetic you are! Coming in here raging, when he obviously doesn’t even want you,” she giggled in an annoying pitch, making me consider shooting her anyway.

I faked a smile and fired a shot in their direction, watching her eyes widen as she screamed.

Not so tough now, are we?

“Skeeter! She’s crazy!”

Skeeter lifted her off his lap with a scowl, knowing he wasn’t going to get to finish.

“Fuck off home.”

“You’re making me leave, but your ex-girlfriend shows up and shoots at us and she can fucking stay?” The hoe-bag shouted, putting her hands on her hips to glare at him, but he snorted, standing to yank his jeans on.

I smirked when I noticed he’d worn a condom with her.

He literally had just seen her as one of the crew whores.

“She didn’t shoot at us, or one of us would be fucking shot,” he replied dryly, not seeming to give a shit about her complaining.

She kept screaming at him though, as if he would stand between me and her if I fired a shot.

“She’s seriously insane! Why does she get to wave a gun around here, anyway?”

Skeeter’s gaze landed on me and he growled, the promise of punishment lethal in his tone.

“I know she’s insane, that’s why I fucking love her. I’d also advise you not to call someone with a gun, insane. Lastly, she doesn’t get to just walk around, waving a gun at people, and get away with it. Now, get the fuck out, I don’t wanna see you back here.”

The bitch yanked her clothes on, making sure to shoulder check me on the way past, but I spun around and kicked her in the back of the knee so that she dropped to the ground.

I rolled her over, keeping her there with a foot on her chest, making sure to point the gun at her face for good measure.

“Do we have a problem, you stupid cunt?”

“Donovan!” Slash shouted as he stormed in, as if he hadn’t just let me rage for a few minutes first, making me scowl at the skank.

“You’re lucky. Get out of here and stay the fuck away from Skeeter. Next time I shoot a bullet near you, it won’t be at the fucking wall.”

She scampered away once I moved off of her, Slash snatching his gun back and pointing it at my face without hesitation.

He was a little bit mad at me, if I’d had to guess.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? We don’t shoot at fuckers in the shed, it draws unwanted attention to us!”

Skeeter moved towards us with an angry scowl, his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Get that out of her fucking face, I’ll deal with her.”

Excuse me?