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He gave me a playful wink, moving away from me to start cleaning up.

“All good. You don’t feel shaky or anything?”

“Nah.”

He took my hand, raising an eyebrow as it shook like it was a high-speed vibrator jumping around his hand.

“Liar. It’s just the shock. You’re a whisky girl, yeah?”

I nodded, thanking him as he grabbed me a bottle along with some cigarettes, before heading out to talk to his crew, leaving me alone with mine.

Diesel went to speak, but Slash glared at me, beating him to it.

Maybe he was going to actually bury me this time?

“What the fuck was Hunter doing at your house to begin with?”

“He signed in at school as a visitor for the afternoon because the Soldiers got to town and he’d been trying to call me all morning and…”

“Why the fuck does he have your number?” Skeeter snapped almost on cue, and I groaned with irritation.

“I didn’t give it to him, so fuck knows where he got it. I was lucky that he followed behind me on the way home or I’d probably be dead, so shut up about it. He got me out of there and kept me safe, so…”

“He got you fucking shot!” He exploded, and I shoved him hard, ignoring the sharp pain in my shoulder as my skin pulled against the stitches.

“I’d prefer to be shot once than be fucking dead!”

Diesel gently pulled me back a step, taking my face in his hands to make me look him in the eye.

“But you’re alright, yeah?”

“Yeah, it just happened so fast. My cars a mess,” I groaned, wanting to cry at the thought.

He rolled his eyes at my dramatics.

“We can fix the car, babe. Don’t panic.”

I nodded, letting him pull me in for a hug, ignoring the glare from Skeeter as I pressed my cheek into Diesel’s chest.

Chapter nine

Rory

“Stay as long as you want,” Slash stated as he led me into his house later that night.

I gave him a tired smile, absolutely exhausted from the long afternoon.

The cops had kept me with them for hours, grilling me for information on the shooting.

They were more than happy when I told them it was probably something to do with Max, since they knew he was involved in bad shit.

I played the victim until they believed it.

“Thanks for this. I didn’t want to take the trouble back to Josie’s place, and…”

“That’s fine. Like I said, stay as long as you like. I don’t mind the company anyways,” he waved it off as I quirked an eyebrow.

“Not going to cock block you, am I?”