Page 45 of Twisted Fate

“Because you do, Killer,” Slash chucked as he walked over, kicking his shoes off and putting his feet in the water like he owned the place.

Claire rolled her eyes as if she wasn’t shitting her pants, but I glared at him with my big-ass lady balls.

“You know, shit like that is what’s causing me problems, right?”

“No, you cause your own problems, babe. Surprised to find you here, especially with her,” he snorted, Claire smiling sweetly with false bravery in return.

“Why? Rory’s my sister, remember?”

“Yeah, the sister who humiliated her at school and bullied the fuck out of her until she went a little crazy. Thanks, by the way. You made her meaner.”

“She was mean to begin with,” she muttered, swimming away from the edge and leaving me with him.

Bitch.

Slash winked at me, running his gaze over my half naked body.

“Looking good, sweetheart. Where’s your guard dogs at?”

“Cut it out. Seriously, Slash. You keep upsetting my fucking apple cart,” I gritted out, his eyebrows waggling suggestively in response.

“I hope that’s some weird kinky code for making you horny.”

For the love of God.

I stared at him strangely, trying to figure him out.

He was more annoying than usual.

“What the actual fuck is going on with you?”

“Nothing. Hop out,” he instructed, standing up and taking my hand to help me out of the water before I could say anything else.

I crossed my arms the moment he hauled me out, taking a step back from him.

“What’s the deal? Why are you here?”

“Look, can you ditch her? I need you to ride along with me for something,” he asked, jerking his chin in Claire’s direction as she swam laps around the pool.

“Fuck no. I’m already pissing the guys off just by talking to you, so jumping in your fucking Mustang and getting involved in crew business would get me in deeper shit,” I hissed, expecting him to get mad about it, but his fingertips brushed against my arm softly as he stepped closer, his body heat warming my cold skin.

“Please? I need your help. It isn’t a dead body problem this time, I promise.”

I shook him off, stepping back again.

He had no idea about personal space, and I was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.

“Damnit, Slash. I’ve got to fix my relationship with Skeet, not fuck up my relationship with the others as well.”

“Jense and Lukas will be alright. They’re probably more in love with each other than they are with you,” he smirked, making me scowl.

It was none of his fucking business, and I’d never tell him, but it hit a nerve to hear someone say that.

I was worried that was going to happen.

“Fuck off, I mean it. Leave them alone.”

How did he even know about them?