Page 47 of Twisted Fate

“She’s turning you soft, Skeet,” he bit out, Skeeter shrugging lazily.

“I’m more than happy to go with you. It doesn’t make me soft for wanting her away from it.”

I yanked free from him, jabbing my finger into Slash’s chest angrily.

“We were even, you said we were. You can’t take that back.”

Fucking piece of shit.

I could have honestly killed him.

He scowled, gently pushing me back from him.

“Out of my face, Donovan.”

“Fuck no. You get in my face, so I’ll get in yours. Fuck you,” I snapped, jabbing his chest again until he growled, yanking his gun out from the back of his pants and aiming it at my face.

Claire was suddenly paying attention as she climbed out of the pool and noticed what was going on, her high-pitched squeal grating through my ears.

“Oh my god!”

I jerked my gaze over to her with a scowl.

Was she fucking stupid?

“Keep your fucking voice down. The cops will be called, you idiot.”

Skeeter snorted, despite seeming ready to murder Slash himself.

“You have a gun in your face, and your only concern is if the neighbours call the fucking cops?”

“Hey, I’ve still got a shit load of cocaine in my room, but you and Slash being here is going to put me on their radar if they show up. I don’t want to be noticed, and I don’t want the Psychos watched, all because Slash is a fucking prick,” I hissed, Slash narrowing his eyes on me.

“You’d prefer to die than get done for fucking coke? What the fuck, Donovan?”

“I’d prefer to die than back down from you,” I sneered, moving closer until the cold metal of the gun pressed against my forehead.

I kept my face blank, despite my stomach rolling in fear.

I was going to die in a backyard in suburbia, by the hands of a fucking dick head.

Skeeter had better avenge my death by killing him.

Slash raised an eyebrow in challenge as I stared him down, smirking at me as he pulled the trigger.

Skeeter lunged for him, but I didn’t even blink as the gun clicked, refusing to give him any satisfaction.

No bullet flew into my skull, and Skeeter instantly scruffed him, shaking him hard.

I was filled with pure panic on the inside, but I didn’t want Slash knowing that.

I mean, sure, my heart was racing like a mother fucker, but I’d never let him think he had power over me.

They’d taught me not to show weakness, after all.

Skeeter on the other hand, lost his fucking shit.

“What the fuck are you playing at?!”