Page 48 of Twisted Fate

Slash pushed him out of the way absently and moved towards me, this time grabbing my chin gently and confusing me as he spoke quietly.

“You know, you pass this shit better than half my guys? Jesus fucking Christ, Donovan. I don’t know whether to actually hurt you to stop you being such a hard bitch, or go and have a fucking wank over you.”

Wait, what just happened?

“Pass what?” I gritted out, his stormy eyes holding my gaze as his voice stayed steady.

“Not going to lie to you. You know everyone’s on edge about you because you’re half in and half out with way too much knowledge about the shit we do. Pretty sure if you’re not going to cave about coming on a drug run to save your life, as well as assume you’re about to die but refuse to draw cop attention, I think our information will be well and truly safe if you were ever taken by enemies or cops.”

I scowled, yanking back and thumping his chest hard enough to notice a tiny wince that he didn’t manage to hide.

Good, I hoped it fucking hurt.

“You fucking asshole! How could you do that with Claire here?”

Claire was looking confused and still pretty freaked out as we glanced over at her, her voice coming out as a squeak.

“What the hell is going on?”

Skeeter gave Slash a shove, but I shrugged at her to try and look casual.

“Slash is just playing around, as usual.”

“How did you know the gun wasn’t loaded?” She sputtered, her face dropping as I answered.

“I didn’t,” then I grabbed two towels, tossing one to her.

I had to get her to leave before the guys ended up shooting at each other right there in the fucking backyard.

Skeeter pulled me against his chest, almost crushing me as he buried his face in my neck and kissed my damp skin.

God, he smelled good.

“Jesus Christ, I’m too young to have a heart attack, but fuck. Do you know how many I feel like I’ve had since I met you, hot stuff?”

I smiled, my heart rate finally slowing as I snuggled closer to him.

“I can imagine. What are you doing here anyways? I thought I was meeting you in a few hours?”

His face turned dark as he glared at Slash with a whole new form of anger.

“Holloway rang. His front cameras picked up Slash hanging around the side of the house, so he rang me to deal with it.”

I ran a hand over my face with a groan.

“He thinks I’m sneaking around with him for real, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t know, but I was here not long after Slash joined you by the pool, so I saw you telling him to back off. If you were going to do something sneaky with him, you’d have done it this afternoon with no one here. I’ll vouch for you if it’s a problem. Can I kill Slash now? Fuck,” he muttered, resting his forehead on mine and closing his eyes.

For a moment it was quiet, until Slash opened his stupid mouth again.

“Like I said, half my guys don’t pass that kind of shit, so I guess you’ve really proven yourself now.”

“I’d already proved my fucking loyalty to you, and you know it. No more games, Slash. I mean it,” I snapped, my fists clenching again as I refrained from swinging at him.

“You weren’t supposed to fucking kill him,” he muttered under his breath, ignoring Claire’s gasp, but I snorted and gave him a shove.

“As if I was going to let anything happen to you and Skeet. You knew I’d have your goddamn back.”