Page 69 of Twisted Fate

“I happened,” I spat, chugging into the bottle before lighting a cigarette and stalking into the back room, Skeeter hot on my heels.

He locked the door and turned to me, a softer look on his face than I’d seen from him in a while.

“Baby girl, talk to me. What happened?”

I sat in Slash’s chair and put my feet up, dragging on my cigarette as I watched him for a moment before speaking.

“Lukas thinks Slash is dragging me into the crew, then started an argument about the fact I’m hanging with Diesel today. Apparently, I’m starting to look like a crew whore. So, I slapped him, held him at knife point, told him we were done, and then I left before I could actually fucking stab him.”

“Lukas said that? The soft one?” He asked with surprise, pissing me off to see amusement flicker on his face.

“Yes, so now I’m really fucking pissy.”

He smirked, moving towards me and lifting me so I could sit on his lap.

“You’re always pissy, but it’s true about the shit with Slash. He’s…”

“Fuck you too then,” I growled, pushing to my feet and heading towards the door.

I wasn’t going to put up with his shit too.

“Donovan, sit the fuck down and cut it out. You know I don’t want you any further in this shit than you already are. I’d prefer it if you took a step back to be honest,” he said sternly.

I turned and glared at him, my fists clenching.

“Has anyone thought about what I fucking want?”

His jaw clenched as he leaned back in the chair like king shit.

“You don’t even know what you want.”

“Don’t I? I’d like my boyfriends to back the fuck off for starters,” I gritted out, but he just shrugged like the cocky bastard he was.

“We don’t always get what we want, babe. You of all people know that life isn’t fair.”

“Obviously. You guys were always up for a party, dirty dancing and getting high and naked together, but all of a sudden you’re freaking out and trying to drag my ass to church to confess my sins and shit. I’m getting fucking sick of it.”

“If you hate it so much, you know where the door is. Deep down, you know you’re not happy, regardless of what people do for you. You were pissed off not all that long ago because I wouldn’t walk away from the crew, remember? Don’t act like you actually give a shit about my crew, Rory. It’s getting old real fucking fast.”

“You’re just pissed because Hunter thinks I’m fucking interesting. That’s why you’re being a jerk,” I argued, his eyes darkening as he scowled.

“Leave Hunter out of this shit.”

“Why? We talk about all my shit, so let’s talk about yours for once. I love a good, friends to enemies story.”

He shoved his chair back, angrily throwing the ash tray across the room, the glass shattering on impact.

“You don’t fucking know shit, Aurora!”

“No? Let’s see if I have it right, yeah? You and Hunter were like brothers. His brother died so he took over the Devils. Shit went down, you got shot, then he walked away and left you there. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but…”

His hand clamped around my throat as he shoved me hard into the wall, hearing the wall crack on impact.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Make me, Skeeter. Fucking make me,” I taunted, the anger in his eyes blazing.

His grip didn’t loosen as he spoke in a low voice.