Page 30 of Twisted Fate

“Doesn’t matter. I need a beer in my hand and a bitch on my lap. I might even have a fight tonight, we’ll see.”

“Really? You haven’t had a cage fight in ages,” he frowned, absently grabbing some whisky from the cupboard and handing it to me.

“Yeah, well someone’s going to bleed, and it sure as shit isn’t going to be me.”

He chuckled, clapping me on the back with a nasty grin on his face.

“Sure thing, brother. She’s just a stuck-up bitch anyways. C’mon, kick back and enjoy the day here. Some of the guys are just hanging around until the real fights start tonight, so chill out with us, alright?”

Aurora Donovan wasn’t going to wreck me.

She wasn’t.

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Rory

Tyler and I walked through the door at the shed, and Slash chuckled in his usual sarcastic manor the moment he spotted us.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Killer? You know Skeet will try and slit my throat if I let you fight.”

“I’m not here to fight, unless it gets out of hand with Skeet and I again,” I shrugged, one of his eyebrows lifting in what appeared to be some kind of challenge.

I really didn’t understand him.

“Why? Are you two fighting?”

“We split up, but I need to apologize. I was a bitch unnecessarily,” I mumbled, Slash hooting with laughter.

“Hurt his feelings, eh? Listen, Skeet’s in the back, but you need to realize that he’s in a mood.”

“So?” I snorted, a cruel grin stretching across his face.

“What do you do when you’re in a mood?”

“Fight and fuck usually,” I shrugged, staring at him when he kept watching me with amusement.

I clenched my fists and got in his face without a second thought, despite knowing I was dead if he wanted me to be.

“Who the fuck is she?”

He smirked, leaning back on his heels with pure joy on his face for upsetting me.

“That bitch he fucked last time. The one you nearly killed in the cage.”

“No nearly about it this time,” I gritted out, snatching his gun as I spotted it poking out of his pants, before stalking towards the office once I had it firmly in my hand.

“Damnit, Donovan. Get the fuck back here!” He snapped angrily, but I blocked him out as I kicked the door open, anger racing through me as I found the bitch riding Skeeter on the chair, his fist in her hair as he thrust up into her.

She gave me a smug grin over her shoulder, but Skeeter’s eyebrows shot up, actually seeming nervous.

“Rory? What are you doing here?”

I snorted, waving the gun at them, his eyes zoning in on the weapon as I spoke.

“Turns out, I owe you a fucking apology for being a bitch.”

He halted the girl’s movements, sarcasm lacing his tone as he glared at me.