Page 56 of Twisted Fate

Hunter laughed manically at the performance we were apparently putting on.

“Oh, this is fucking funny. You’ve got this tiny little woman giving you lip, and you’re just taking it like a bitch.”

“That tiny little woman’s a piece of fucking work and isn’t afraid to shoot, so watch it,” he warned, moving further into the room to try and catch my eye.

I avoided his gaze and cocked my head at Hunter, wanting to play with him a little, purely for my own amusement.

“So, what brings you to town? Do I shoot at you, or is this a peaceful visit?”

He raised an eyebrow and moved closer to try and intimidate me, but I didn’t flinch.

I decided to pat myself on the back for that later, because despite being hot as fuck, he was also scary as fuck.

I watched the muscles bulge in his tattooed arms as he crossed them against his chest, giving me a lethal glare from behind his messy black hair, that should have made me piss my pants.

He was starting to lose his charm real fast.

“Crew business. Leave the men to it, babe. Go work the bar or some shit like you’re meant to.”

I smirked, stepping closer so that I was nearly nose to nose with him as the smell of cigarettes and whisky fanned across my cheek on his breath.

Too close, fuck.

“How about you go and fuck yourself, since it’s obvious that no one’s doing it for you,” I taunted in a low voice, standing my ground.

“A lot of mouth for a little fucking girl,” he warned, his nostrils flaring in annoyance as I chuckled with amusement.

“I’m the best fighter here, so I can back it up, pretty boy,” I replied with threat in my tone that made him grin cruelly.

He went to speak, but Slash spoke up before he had the chance, irritation strong in his tone.

“Killer, back down. You and Ty head off before Holloway ends up here, carrying on at you and then me. I don’t feel like killing him today.”

“I’m not leaving,” I argued, crossing my arms tightly and trying hard to ignore Hunter’s gaze as it moved over me slowly when he didn’t think I’d notice.

He was either checking me out or trying to pick a spot to shoot me.

Either way, I didn’t like the judgement in his eyes.

“Rory…,” Slash groaned, pissing me off even more.

“What? If he shoots at you, I’ll fucking shoot at him,” I growled, causing Tyler to tug on my arm, his voice firm.

“Damnit, babe. Cut it out, let’s go.”

I yanked my arm back from his hold, giving him a filthy glare.

“You can leave, but I’m not leaving until this cunt does.”

Hunter glanced at Slash with amusement, but I could tell he was running out of patience.

“C’mon, man. Kick this bitch’s ass out so we can talk. I don’t have all fucking day.”

I went to swing at the mouthy prick, but Slash grabbed my bicep almost painfully and pulled me beside him sharply.

“Ty, head on home, bro. I’ve got her.”

“Like fuck! She’s my girl, so…”