Page 130 of Twisted Fate

“You really need some tape or something to keep it together or they’ll heal badly. Why didn’t anyone tape you?”

“Because, usually Slash sorts me out when I’m bleeding,” I mumbled, his thumbs moving up and down on my hips affectionately.

Despite him being the apparent enemy, we understood each other.

Having traumatic pasts did that to people, I guessed.

“He always looked after you, didn’t he? Well, I guess I’d better sort you out. I’m surprised your crew didn’t insist on being here with you.”

“Skeet wasn’t happy about it, but he trusts me to stay out of trouble. I think. Do you think I could lead the Psychos?” I asked curiously, making him frown hard.

“You’re an easy target for other crews, and you aren’t very good at holding back when your feelings get involved. You have to run things past the others before just shooting at people, you know? Why do you ask? Did you want to put your name forwards?”

“Diesel put my name in for vote today. I told them I was happy just being in the background, so they made me an official member. I was just curious because Diesel thought I could lead,” I shrugged, making him chuckle.

“No shit? Congrats on making it official, and for becoming the first woman ever to become a member. That’s huge. Want some advice on what leading a crew is like?”

I nodded, sitting still as he rifled through his desk drawer and pulled out some medical tape to start taping the cuts up while we talked.

“Alright, you already have the important shit trained into you, like having your crews back and dying for them, but a lot of shit happens behind the scenes for leaders. They do the paperwork, they organize the fights and events that go on whether its legal or not, they figure out who works best with who for runs and jobs, while making sure everything goes to plan. I think you’d be a great leader, babe, but you’re always going to be a target because you’re a woman. The things they’d do to you if they got their hands on you would be fucking horrific.”

“Diesel wants me to help Skeet. Kind of like a fill in right-hand, I think. Do you think I’d be good at that?” I asked softly, not seeming to bother him at all with my nagging questions.

“Like I said, you’d be a great leader. I think he’d be grateful for your help,” he smiled, putting the tape down once he was finished and running his fingers through my hair tenderly. “You’re badass, Donovan, but it’s about to get hectic as fuck for your crew. It’s going to get messy, and people are going to die. You need to be prepared for that. Maybe ask Diesel or Skeet to show you how some shit works so you have some idea on what goes on when you aren’t around?”

“Yeah, I guess I could talk to them. Thanks,” I smiled, curling up against him and relaxing as his arms went around me.

It felt good to have friends to talk to, even if Hunter was technically the enemy.

I knew he had my back.

* * *

Jensen

I knew Lukas would be pissed off.

Skeeter had called me when his meeting had finished, dropping it on me that the Psychos had voted our fucking girl in as a member.

I knew she wasn’t really my girl, but I had every intention of changing that.

Problem was, I wasn’t sure it could go back to being the same as before.

I stood in the kitchen as Lukas glared at me while waving a hand at my phone with false anger in his eyes.

I knew him better than he realized.

He was scared.

“See? She’s doing dumb shit again without even thinking of consulting us first. She’s just signed her fucking life over to a notorious gang!”

I rolled my eyes, struggling to keep my voice level with him.

We’d spent so much time arguing over her lately.

“It’s not a gang, it’s a crew. Also…”

“It’s the same fucking thing! They kill people, they run shit through the underground, and as we discovered the other night, they die! I don’t want a girlfriend who’s going to get kidnapped or murdered. I don’t want to be sitting in class and wondering if she’s being shoved into a stranger’s car or being stabbed in the bathroom!”