Page 70 of Twisted Fate

“Like I said, if you aren’t fucking happy, you know where the door is.”

“Problem is, seems like it’s my fucking door,” I managed to force out, knowing I’d taken it to far.

He slammed me into the wall again before he shoved me away from him with a glare.

“Is that right? You think because my crew wants to fuck you that you’re higher up than me? You’ve snorted too much cocaine, Aurora. You’re fucking delusional.”

“Your crew likes me around because I don’t put up with shit and they know I’d have their back if shit went down!” I shouted, a grunt coming from him.

“Who fucking told you that? Slash?”

“No. Diesel did.”

“You fucking him now?” He sneered, shoving me back as I went to hit him.

I tripped, landing on my back and sliding along the floor from the force as I continued to glare up at him.

“Wow, you too, huh? Go hang out with fucking Lukas. I’m done with this shit.”

I could feel my walls coming up, and he was lucky I didn’t have a gun, because I’d shoot him in the fucking leg at least.

“Which shit? The truth?” He snarled as I got to my feet.

I laughed lightly and shook my head.

“No. This shit, Skeet.”

“You want to leave me? Again? Be my guest, Aurora. Be my fucking guest.”

My heart ached as I swung at him, catching him by surprise as my fist connected with his eye.

“Fine. Fuck you, Skeeter Maddox.”

He snatched the whisky from the desk, throwing it against the wall before getting in my face.

I felt the sharp point of his blade poking into my side, alerting me to just how much I’d pissed him off.

The tip of the blade pushed through my skin, but not enough to cause damage.

I glared up at him, gritting my teeth as I leaned into it more to show him I didn’t give a fuck.

“Like it or not, you can’t fucking control me. You can’t scare me into doing as I’m told, so give it up. You’ll never win against me in this argument, and I can see that’s what pisses you off the most. You know you can’t pull me into line, and you hate that, don’t you?”

“Win fucking what? We both lose, you stupid fucking bitch,” he snapped, pulling his blade back before I could seriously hurt myself.

I went to snatch it and use it against him, but he shoved me away, my face smacking into the wall in the process.

It hadn’t been hard enough to break my nose, but it started bleeding pretty quickly.

I fumed silently for a second before glancing over at him, watching as regret flickered in his eyes.

The blood dripped down my face, but I didn’t move to stop it as I kept my eyes on his.

He stepped forwards and I instantly put a hand out to stop him from touching me.

I didn’t give a fuck if he was sorry or didn’t mean to.

I knew that already.