Page 81 of Twisted Fate

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Look, Skeet isn’t good with affection. He’s only used to hurt, so he expresses his feelings through pain. Want to know why he likes his women damaged?” He asked, and of course I wanted to know why my ex-boyfriend liked slicing me up while we fucked.

“Sure.”

“Because he never thinks he’s good enough for someone that isn’t a little jaded around the edges. He’s worried girls will hate his scars, his tattoos and all that shit, so he makes sure to find girls that will take the same damage. Thing is, you scared him the most, because you were perfect and he couldn’t fault you. He didn’t want to lose you, and he assumed you’d leave him for some prince kind of guy if he didn’t get you addicted to what only he could give you. You crave the hurt as much as he does, and you both feed off each other’s pain.”

“Why are you telling me this, D? He and I are done, so there’s no point…”

“I’m telling you because people die, Rory. At least when they do, everyone knows everything and can be at peace,” he replied, scowling as the back window suddenly shattered. “Fucking hell.”

I frowned.

Shattered glass wasn’t usually a good sign.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Bullet. We’ve got company babe, so stay low,” he sighed as if the supermarket had sold out of his favourite fucking coffee brand and it was a basic inconvenience.

I pulled my gun out, making him smirk as he glanced at me.

“What the fuck are you going to do with that? You can’t climb in the back to get a good shot.”

“No, but you can get yours out and pull over to help me shoot?” I replied sweetly, all humour leaving his face.

“Like fuck. You don’t know who’s shooting for starters, or how many. I don’t recognize the car tailing us, so it could be fucking anyone. Stay down and we’ll try to lose them.”

I did as I was told like the good girl I was, but as more bullets hit the car, I started to worry.

Diesel suddenly grunted, and I glanced over to see a small trail of blood dripping down his bicep as he gritted his teeth.

Fuck, did he get shot?

Was the bullet in his arm?

Was it grazed?

The fuck was I supposed to do?

“Shit, hang on I’ll…,” I started to speak, moving to sit up to help him, but he glared daggers at me.

“Stay the fuck down before you get shot. Slash would fucking kill me if I get you hurt, especially on your first run!” He snapped, but I ignored him and ripped a strip off the bottom of my shirt to wrap around his arm.

The bullet had grazed deeply across his skin, but it wasn’t lodged in there.

I focused on wrapping it up before I grabbed my gun and peered over my shoulder, scowling as the car got closer.

I aimed and fired, the car’s tires squealing as it jerked to the side to dodge whatever I may fire at them.

I heard Diesel curse as he slammed the brakes on, nearly throwing me through the windshield, but his arm shot out to brace me for it.

I gave him a grateful smile before looking at the reason we’d stopped, seeing cars parked across the road to block us in.

The car behind us pulled up close so we couldn’t back out, making me growl.

“Who the fuck do they think they are?!”

“Rory, stay in the fucking car,” he warned in a low voice, but I yanked the door open and climbed out, pointing my gun at one of the cars in front of us and shooting the two front tires.