Page 29 of Twisted Fate

I waited until he’d walked down the block to his BMW Roadster, then I followed him to the Psycho’s shed.

I could be such a bitch sometimes.

No wonder Skeeter lost his temper on the regular with me.

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Skeeter

My fist connected with the wall, one of my guys silently ducking out of the shed’s office to leave me in peace.

My peace didn’t fucking last long though.

Slash strolled through the door, giving me an amused smirk.

“Well, good morning to you too, brother. Your girl not fuck you right, or what?”

I spun around, shoving him back into the wall hard.

“Don’t fucking talk about her!”

His eyes narrowed but his voice stayed calm, which was a fucking surprise.

“Fucking hell, Skeet. What’s up now?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, asshole.”

“Why am I the asshole? You’re the one storming in here and punching holes in the wall. C’mon, you’re my best friend. Well, you were before you let pussy get between us.”

I glared at him, chewing on one of my lip rings angrily as the fight started to leave me.

He was right.

I’d thrown so much hate towards him, and for what?

Nothing.

She’d decided I was too fucked up for her, knowing she could do better.

They always fucking did.

This was why I never fucked a chick more than once or twice before throwing them right back out the door.

Slash must have felt the defeat in me, because his hand patted my shoulder for comfort.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s got you so wild?”

“She threw me out,” I replied, his face scrunching up with confusion.

“So? You guys fight, fuck, and makeup all the time.”

“No, she literally threw me the fuck out. Of the house, and her fucking life.”

“She dumped you? What the fuck for?”

I wanted to laugh at the look on his face.

Yeah man, I was surprised as fuck too.