Page 106 of Twisted Fate

“You fucked Claire?” I asked angrily, but I let him hear the hurt.

His eyes finally met mine in the rear vision mirror and I snorted, yanking open the van door.

He slammed on the brakes before I could jump out while we were still moving, and he was out the door not far behind me the moment I bailed.

“Damnit Rory, get in the fucking van!”

“Like fuck, you sister-fucking cunt!” I shouted loudly, a feral growl coming from him.

“Shut the fuck up! You make it sound like I fucked my own goddamn sister. Get your ass in the van before I make you!”

I spun on my heels and flipped him the bird.

“Fuck you, Skeeter. How could you do that to me?”

“Because I was angry! It didn’t mean anything for fuck’s sake, so…”

I managed to punch him in the chest twice before Diesel got between us and tucked me under his arm.

“Hey, that doesn’t matter right now. We need to get you to the shed, okay? Hunter’s waiting for us.”

I moved from under his arm and put on a false joyful expression.

Fuck Skeeter.

“True. Better get going since I haven’t had my daily fuck yet.”

I got back in the van, ignoring Skeeter for the rest of the drive, despite wanting to kick the shit out of him.

I considered doing it just to make a point.

* * *

Lukas

I had to keep Rory away, but the hateful act was harder than I thought.

It was even harder when Jensen kept running to her, making me feel worse.

I knew he was getting annoyed with me, but what choice did I have?

She was going to get herself killed.

I had to make sure she wasn’t still wrapped around my heart before that happened.

If she died, it would break all of us.

I had to get Jensen and I away so the sting wouldn’t hurt so bad.

I’d lose him if he got consumed with grief, I just knew it.

It wasn’t even the relationship I’d miss the most, it would be my best friend.

We’d been fighting a lot, and I knew I kept making it worse by pulling him away from Rory like I had been, but I couldn’t lose them both.

I couldn’t let her shatter him into pieces, along with the rest of us.

Jensen glared at me from where he leaned against his locker.