Page 141 of Twisted Fate

I rubbed my temples, my stomach dropping at his words.

I couldn’t chase him away without losing her in the process.

She’d run to him if I even tried.

“Nah, it’s cool. Just keep an eye out that he doesn’t hurt her.”

I’d kill him if he fucking did.

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Rory

The music was thumping when I arrived at Tyler’s with the Devil’s Armada crew later that night.

No Plan B by Manafest blasted through the house as we entered, and people parted to let us through.

We wandered into the kitchen to find Tyler and Caden doing shots.

People cheered as they kept up with each other as if it was an Olympic sport, when in reality, everyone there was just a using piece of shit, trying hard to get close to the rich assholes that they worshipped.

It was pathetic.

Skeeter and Diesel were already there, and they gave me a grin as I snatched the bottle of whisky from Skeeter, downing a healthy amount.

What a fucking week.

No more drama, or I was going to fucking kill someone else.

“Easy, baby girl. That’s mine,” Skeeter joked, watching me raise an eyebrow with amusement.

“That just means it’s ours, right? We share things, remember?”

“I think I share enough with the other guys, don’t you think?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I grinned, making him chuckle, teasing in his tone.

“Then again, the only one game enough to climb into bed with us was Holloway, and even that took some convincing.”

“Well, you’re a little rough, Skeet,” I laughed, handing his bottle back.

Hunter tugged on my hand and I glanced up at his cheeky face, earning a wink.

“They’re missing out, babe. Skeet and I used to have a hell of a good time when we shared women. Dance with me?”

“Skeet won’t let you join us, so give up. A dance I can do though,” I smirked, making Skeeter mutter under his breath as Hunter dragged me out to the dance floor.

At least he didn’t try to knock him out or anything.

Progress.

Hunter seemed surprised but appreciative as I dirty danced with him for a while, a chest suddenly bumping against my back as Love Addict by Family Force 5 boomed from the speakers.

Skeeter’s voice was rough as he spoke in my ear, a shiver running through me as his breath tickled my ear.

“You’re making me horny and mad at the same time. You know I don’t like his fucking hands on you.”

“Well maybe I like his hands on me,” I taunted, his solid chest pressing against me more as he tried to intimidate me.