Page 32 of Twisted Fate

“Deal with me? Fuck you, Skeeter!” I growled, swinging my fist back with every intention on hitting him with it.

He caught my punch in his hand, squeezing hard enough to get his point across as he spoke.

“Trust me, I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming, Aurora. Yes, I will deal with you, because you obviously need to be told the fucking hard way.”

Tyler had stood back by the door until now, but he stood up straighter with concern on his face.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Skeeter gave him a dirty glance, annoyance lacing his tone.

“None of your business, Johnson.”

“She’s my girlfriend too, dick head. Don’t fucking hurt her, or I swear to god, Skeet,” he warned, but Skeeter chuckled dryly.

“What are you going to do about it? She’s lucky she doesn’t end up in a shallow grave every time she stampedes in here and tries to fucking fight everyone. She’s really lucky that I’m not going to kill her for shooting a gun in my fucking shed and threatening my boss.”

“Skeet…,” Tyler warned in a low voice, but he cut him off.

“Go home, Ty. She’ll be home later once I talk to her about her manners and this apology she claims she showed up to give me.”

“If I turn up at the house without her, the guys will just come back for her and you know it,” he argued, but Skeeter just gritted his teeth and glared at him, getting impatient.

“Then go elsewhere for a few hours. Better yet, just go to your fucking house for once.”

Tyler took a step forwards and I growled, not wanting them to argue anymore.

“Enough, for fuck’s sake. Go, Ty. If they were going to kill me, they would’ve done it a long time ago, trust me.”

Most of the crew members that had congregated around the door snorted, but Slash glared daggers at me.

“There’s still fucking time, Donovan. Believe me.”

Fucking asshole.

Tyler looked wary but finally nodded in defeat.

“Call me if you need me, okay?”

“I’m staying at Jensen’s tonight, so I’ll be fine. Thanks though,” I replied, giving him a kiss before he stalked out of the room without another word.

He’d just driven away when Skeeter pointed to the chair by Slash’s desk and glared at me.

“Sit. You aren’t leaving until we have a long fucking chat, Aurora.”

I grumbled but did as I was told for once.

Slash moved to leave, but Skeeter stopped him, the rest clearing out and closing the door so that we had privacy.

Skeeter rubbed his tattooed hands over his face with a sigh, suddenly looking tired.

“For fuck’s sake, Rory. What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

“Well, I had some good ideas until I found you doing them with someone else. Her, Skeet? seriously?” I snapped, a dry laugh leaving him.

“You literally threw me out of your house this morning and broke up with me. Why can’t I fuck someone else?”

“The fact is, I had time to think about shit and realized with a good talk to Ty, that it was stupid to leave you and demand you walk away from this shit. It was selfish, and I’m fucking sorry, okay? I’d have been super pissed off and probably stabbed you if you’d told me to cut the guys off, so I’m sorry. I just thought I meant more to you than what I obviously do.”