Page 80 of Twisted Fate

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Aurora?” He growled, but he didn’t sound angry like his face showed.

I knew when he sounded worried.

I shook him off and went to speak, but Slash suddenly leaned against the bar from out of nowhere and cleared his throat.

“Skeet, stand down. We have shit to do and so does she.”

Skeeter’s eyes blazed as he let me go and faced off with his boss.

“The fuck do you mean by that?”

“I’m sorting the guns out with you guys, while she goes with Diesel,” he explained lazily, Skeeter’s fists clenching with anger.

“You’re fucking joking, right? There’s no way in hell…”

“I’m in charge, so stand the fuck down. She’s a good set of eyes for Diesel, and you know they’ll work well together. Deal with it,” he snapped sharply, but Skeeter just exclaimed his opinion even louder.

“Deal with it? Are you trying to get her killed?”

“She needs money and wants to work, so I offered the drug run. I wasn’t going to send her out with the fucking girls,” he shrugged as if that was the reasonable answer.

Skeeter spun around, getting in my face without hesitation.

“If you need money, I’ll give it to you.”

“What part of, we aren’t together and fuck off, don’t you understand?” I asked with frustration, knowing he was going to explode about it.

He growled, jabbing his finger into my chest firmly.

“I don’t give a fuck, Rory. I don’t want you out running gear or…”

“It doesn’t matter what you want, I’m doing what I want, and I don’t need your fucking permission,” I cut him off, moving away from him with a scowl.

The next time he grabbed for me, Slash moved between us and glared at him.

“Enough. I’m not patching her up again because of you.”

“The fuck does that mean?” He snapped, and Slash was quite obviously starting to lose his cool.

“It means you’re a fucking idiot, Skeeter. You really don’t remember fighting with her yesterday?”

Skeeter snorted, his fists clenching again as he held back the urge to swing.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. It was hardly a fucking fight.”

“No? Well, try to convince me. I spent ages digging around her goddamn back, picking the glass out of it after you stormed off, then Ty decided to come around and piss her off, so she ended up with a cut hand when she broke a bottle. No more fighting. You run guns, and she runs drugs. Do as I fucking tell you, before I knock your ass out. Let’s go,” he ordered, waiting for Skeeter to storm off before he turned, giving me a supportive pat on the shoulder and leaving me in Diesel’s capable hands.

Dropping the drugs off ran smoothly, but the car ride home didn’t go as planned.

I glanced at Diesel as he drove along the old road, cocking my head curiously.

“So, how did you find the Psychos? How old were you?”

He hardly glanced at me before answering honestly.

“I was thirteen with an ice addiction. I lived on the streets and managed to steal some ice from an old shed. I got caught and they dragged me out from where I was hiding. Hunter and Skeet stood up for me, and Slash managed to convince our old leader to help me instead of punishing me. I’ve been here ever since. They helped get me clean, taught me everything I know, and gave me a roof over my head. I lived in a place with Skeet, Hunter and Slash for a few years with a guardian, but when we got older, we all got our own places. It was around the time that Hunter fucked off and Skeet fell off the deep end without him. I know he’s left some nasty scarring on you.”

I tensed, the anxiety slowly creeping in.