Page 57 of Twisted Fate

“Hey, she’s one of us so she’s safe. I’ll bring her home after, okay? Tell Holloway to keep his ass away too. If I need her gone, you’ll get a call.”

Tyler’s gaze landed on mine with a scowl.

“Fuck this, I’m calling Skeet. You know there’s no way in hell he’d be okay with this.”

“Skeet will show up anyway. Like I said, I’ve got her, okay? Trust me,” Slash sighed, making Tyler snort before he stormed from the room like the spoiled rich boy that he was, slamming the door behind him.

I felt bad for upsetting him, but it was my goddamn choice.

Hunter’s expression had suddenly become dark, and a smirk tugged at my lips as I ran my tongue over my lip ring absently.

“Not keen on a reunion? Too bad, you’re going to fucking get one.”

Slash grunted before shoving me towards his desk chair a little harder than necessary.

“Sit down and shut the fuck up for a second, yeah?”

“No,” I sassed, Hunter hooting with laugher at my mouthy attitude.

“Oh wow, got good control happening with the women, Slash. I must admit, your crown’s falling. I can remove her if you can’t?”

Slash’s eyes blazed with fury as he glanced over at the cocky asshole.

“You don’t fucking touch her. She’s fine, so leave her be. Now, what did you so badly need to talk about, Hunter? Because I don’t have all day either.”

“It’s crew…,” he went to argue, but Slash cut him off.

“Look man, she helps us with crew business sometimes. You would have heard about Liam, Tristan Holloway…”

“The fuck does that even mean?” Hunter snapped, growing tired of the conversation.

I really needed my own gun.

I also understood why I didn’t have one.

I’d be way too fucking trigger happy.

“She seduced and killed Liam, and she killed Tristan before offing her own daddy. She’s a little blood thirsty, so I’d leave her alone if I were you. She likes to torment her prey before killing them,” he smirked, watching Hunter raise an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly.

He moved towards me, ignoring the warning growl from Slash.

“So, you like to play with the devil? Whose bitch are you, because I know Ty isn’t part of the crew.”

I chuckled, confusing him as I leaned forwards and ran my finger down his chest in a teasing manor, causing his skin to shiver.

“I’m no one’s bitch. I also don’t ask permission before firing shots, so I’d be careful, pretty boy. I don’t play with the devil, I am the fucking devil.”

I hoped it sounded badass.

I think it did.

I went to turn away, but he grabbed my arm, keeping me there with a firm but gentle grip.

I fought the urge to lash out at him as I gritted my teeth, ignoring the warmth from his hand as he peered into my eyes, desire, frustration, and curiosity filling them.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Slash laughed loudly, sounding way too amused for the situation we were in.