Page 51 of Twisted Fate

“Rory…”

“I’m serious, Caden. I want to fucking kill them. Slash’s right, I get off on taunting them and shit. What the hell is happening to me? I was a nervous ball of emotion a few months ago, and now I laugh while killing people?” She said softly, making me sigh.

I wanted to hold her and make it all okay.

I gave her the space she wanted though, worried she’d bolt if I’d crowded her.

“I don’t know, baby. Do you want me to stick around for a while or…”

“It’s okay, you have plans. I’m just going to hang around here and work out,” she cut me off, stepping closer to wrap her arms around me for a hug, but she was still tense.

I ignored it and gave her a kiss since she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Alright. Call me if you need me, yeah? I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled, kissing me back and waiting for me to leave before I heard her go back to the boxing bag.

I had no idea how to help her, but I had to think of something.

I couldn’t just watch her drown.

* * *

Rory

I’d just gotten into a good routine with the boxing bag when the door opened and I glanced over my shoulder, rolling my eyes as Slash walked in to ruin my afternoon plans of avoiding everyone.

“Slash, what can I do for you now?”

He grinned, having no shame for causing trouble.

“Nothing that you’d be allowed to do, babe. What did that bag ever do to you?”

“Just some stress relief,” I replied bluntly.

I was still a little shaken by the fact that he’d pointed a gun at me the day before, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“Your boys not putting out, Killer?” He smirked with torment, leaning back against the wall and making me scowl.

I wanted him gone.

“Why are you here?”

“Calm down, you and I are good. Sorry about the other night, yeah?”

Well, wasn’t that fucking nice then?

“I bet you are.”

“Seriously, we’re good. The guys respect the hell out of you and believe you’re on our side, even though you only have one foot in the door,” he replied as if he was running out of patience with me.

My hand twitched, desperate to lay him the fuck out, but I spoke clearly and contained myself.

“Promise this time?”

He gave me a sincere smile, surprising me with how honest it was.

“I promise. Come have a beer with me at the shed?”