Page 82 of Twisted Fate

I ignored Diesel as he swore at me from the car, but when someone shot at me, I instantly turned and fired, watching them drop to the ground with the bullet almost centred on his forehead.

Damn, I was finally fucking good at something.

I spun around and aimed again as I heard movement behind me, my eyes narrowing as Hunter moved in front of me with a nasty smirk.

“Now I see what Skeeter sees in you. Bet that got you fucking wet. What the hell are you doing on a run? It was meant to be Slash and Diesel.”

I aimed my gun at his head, giving him a filthy look as I fought the urge to just kill him for the sake of it.

“So, the idea was to what? Kill them?”

Hunter laughed, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he spoke.

“I was only going to play with Slash a little to fire him up, and possibly take his cash from the drop off. C’mon, babe, this is men’s business. I’m not playing around.”

“Neither am I,” I barked, shooting at his feet and only narrowly missing his toes.

His crew aimed their guns at me, but Hunter chuckled lightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he lifted his hand slightly, his crew lowering their guns with the motion.

“You seem snippier than the other day. What’s wrong, princess? Who broke your nail?”

I sneered at him, turning to get back in the car, but his stern voice suddenly hit my ears.

“Did you get shot in the fucking back? You’re bleeding.”

Was that concern in his voice?

I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t be stupid. Your guys couldn’t hit shit off a shovel. It’s just from a fight with Skeet, so don’t worry about it, pretty boy.”

“He’s keeping you in line well I see,” he snorted, making me roll my eyes.

“Doubt it. I left all of them so…”

“All of who?” He cut in, making me snort.

“Like you don’t know. I was dating Caden Holloway’s guys and Skeet. Do me a favour and fuck off out of town, because I’m already sick of you. Stay the fuck away from my family,” I demanded, instantly feeling his shift in attitude.

I relaxed as he leaned back against his car and crossed his arms to watch me as he motioned to his crew to fuck off.

One guy with almost as many tattoos as Hunter lingered behind as the others drove off with their dead member, but Hunter shooed him off as well before continuing.

“You’re something else. So, you like to fight, huh?”

We’d already discussed that, and I fucking hated repeating myself.

“I love to fight but I end up killing people, so I’m not allowed to anymore.”

“Why’s Slash got you on a drug run?” He asked casually as if I was going to just tell him.

Did he think I was stupid?

“Nice try, but it’s none of your business and you know it.”

Tires skidded in our direction, and I groaned out loud as I turned to glare at Diesel as the black and red Mustang barrelled towards us.

“You fucking called Slash?”