Page 46 of Twisted Fate

What the fuck?

“Then help me out,” he asked, his tone changing slightly, putting me on alert.

He looked like he was suddenly ready to bury me.

I sighed, defeat in my tone.

“What do you need help with?”

He glanced over at Claire, but she was busy doing laps still, so he answered.

“I need some drugs dropped off.”

I gave him another dirty look.

He knew Skeeter hated me around hard drugs, whether I was the one taking them or not.

“Skeet would fucking kill me. No way in hell.”

“Well if you don’t do it, I’ll kill you,” he stated casually, as if he hadn’t threatened to murder me in my own backyard.

I smacked his chest firmly with the palms of my hands, fire most likely coming out of my nose.

“Fuck you, you said we were even! I thought we were cool?”

“I helped with Tristan,” he scoffed, making me clench my fists to stop myself from actually slapping him.

“So? I fucking killed him, as well as Liam, so it seems like you owe me. This is my house, Slash, not your fucking shed. Don’t even try to throw your weight around here.”

He stared down at me for a moment before smirking, temptation dripping from his voice.

“Do you want to fight again?”

“Slash, I can’t help you again. Skeet would kill me, the others would be super pissed, and I’m dealing with my own shit. I don’t need your shit on top of it.”

“You’re more fucking blood thirsty than I am, Donovan. You wanna come along to my next hit? I’ll let you play with my gun?” He winked before waggling his eyebrows at me again, making me roll my eyes.

“As much as I’d love to go on a murder spree, I’m not allowed to play with you anymore. Go home, Slash.”

“C’mon, break the rules. Live a little, Donovan. I need you,” he said gently, moving to reach for me, but I pulled back with a snarl as I started to panic.

Would he actually kill me?

“I said no!”

I struggled as arms went around me from behind, but I instantly calmed as Skeeter’s voice came from over my head.

“Back off, Slash. I won’t have you dragging her into your fucking shit again.”

Slash snorted, having the audacity to look offended.

“I was hardly dragging her into shit.”

“No? How long do you think I’ve been standing by the house for? I’ve told you no more fucking dead bodies, and you know Lukas doesn’t like her near the drugs any more than I do. Taking her on a drug run is just stupid.”

“No offense, but I don’t give a shit about Lukas fucking James,” Slash snapped, earning a look of disapproval from Skeeter.

“That’s the problem, brother. You don’t give a fuck about her. You claim she’s a good friend, but if you gave a shit you wouldn’t even want her involved, let alone threaten her. Also, Claire’s here, so why the hell would you just talk about this shit out here?”