Page 85 of Twisted Fate

Diesel sniggered, but I kept my eyes on Slash as I spoke gently.

“Can we talk about this later, please? We need to fix Diesel’s arm back at the shed.”

He grunted but moved back, barking orders at an amused Diesel before he stomped over to his Mustang and took off, leaving me to stare after him with confusion.

Diesel gave me a shit eating grin from where he still sat behind the wheel.

“You getting in, babe?”

I nodded as I climbed into the passenger’s seat, and once we’d driven back out onto the main road, he gave me a smile.

“Thanks for all that, even though it was stupid. My guys usually just stay in the car like they’re told.”

“That’s no fun,” I joked, but his expression morphed into a cringe.

“Look, shit might be about to get messy, okay? Just a heads up.”

“What do you mean?” I groaned, but he let out a nervous chuckle.

“I mean, boss man’s got a thing for you, so expect shit to go down. Skeet and your boys won’t like it.”

“They’re not my fucking anything,” I gritted out, but he shrugged casually.

“They love you, and you know they don’t take kindly to people getting close to you.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence, and I had to admit, I knew he was fucking right.

Skeeter kept glaring at me from across the shed.

I knew he’d heard about what had gone down, and he wasn’t impressed.

Not that I gave a shit.

He looked even less impressed when Hunter sauntered through the door with some of his guys not much later, moving directly over to me.

Diesel clenched his fists, but I grinned as I leaned against the bar with a cocky look on my face.

I was getting way too confident in the world of bad boys and bullets, and I knew it would eventually bite me in the ass.

Hunter was honestly fun to stir up, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way about me.

If you can’t beat them, join them, right?

“Miss me already, pretty boy?”

“I need to talk to you. Now,” Hunter said sternly, but he didn’t sound angry.

What now?

I finished my beer, jerking my head towards the corner of the room, and I was surprised he followed without argument.

Skeeter’s eyes burned into me from where he stood, but I ignored him as I leaned against the wall and gave Hunter my attention.

“So, what’s so important?”

“I wanted to give you a heads up about something, alright?” he said straight away, making me snort with amusement.

“And why the fuck would you do that?”