Page 74 of Twisted Fate

That made him pause, confusion taking over his entire face.

“Huh? What…”

“Skeet and Lukas got the boot. Congrats, you and Caden are the last two standing. Jense is on probation for siding with Lukas,” I replied flatly, downing my beer like it was water.

Where was the whisky?

“The fuck happened? You and Lukas…,” Tyler continued, but I slammed my beer down on the table, shattering it instantly.

I ignored the curse from Slash, knowing I’d cut my hand, but I didn’t care.

“No one calls me a fucking whore or tells me what to do again, or being dumped is the least of your problems. I’m not playing games, Ty.”

Diesel wandered over with a cloth, snatching my hand up to wrap it with a frown on his face, a lit joint between his lips.

“Jesus, Donovan. Calm down and smoke this.”

I narrowed my eyes as he offered the joint to me, taking it before letting him tend to my hand as I turned back to Tyler who was staring at Diesel in silence.

He didn’t like him either?

Excellent.

His phone rang and he turned around, barking out a response to what sounded like Caden.

Just what I fucking needed.

Diesel gave me a glance as he finished with my hand, his voice gentle.

“Don’t want to talk about it?”

“No,” I mumbled, giving him what was left of his joint before standing and taking the fresh beer he offered.

He waved his keys in my face, making me frown with confusion.

“What?”

“Take my truck. I’ll get Slash to drop me around later to pick it up. It’s obvious you want to get out of here,” he smiled kindly, seeming relieved when I took them.

I thanked him before saying goodbye to Slash, then I headed out to Diesel’s pickup.

Tyler wandered out, gently pulling me against him and kissing my forehead.

At least he’d calmed down.

The others should take a page from his fucking book.

“I love you. Are you heading home?”

Fuck, he always knew how to melt me.

I actually felt bad for being a bitch to him.

“I love you too. Yeah, for a while. I might head to my old place though. I need a night to myself,” I sighed, moving back to turn towards the pickup, but he spoke again, grinding my fucking gears.

“Caden wants you home tonight, babe. He wants us to talk about shit.”

“Well he’s shit out of luck. I’ve done enough talking for one day, and I’m honestly tired of fighting people, Ty.”