Page 50 of Twisted Fate

He’d actually sounded panicked when he asked me to check on her.

After all, Slash was really starting to do stupid shit to either upset her or toughen her up.

As if she needed to get any fucking tougher.

She scowled at me as if me giving a shit was a problem.

“Why…”

“Because you locked us all out last night after the shit with Slash. Talk to me.”

She rested her forehead on my chest as some of the fight left her, her voice sounding defeated.

“I just wanted some space.”

“That’s fine. Skeet was worried that you were going to snap or some shit. Just text one of us next time and let us know, yeah? We love you.”

“Caden, I can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, my entire body seizing up at her words.

What the fuck?

“Do what? The relationship thing?”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, no! I’m just sick of fighting myself all the time.”

“About what?” I asked, trying not to sound relieved.

I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.

I’d probably fall the fuck apart if she walked out on me now.

“Slash’s offer,” she shrugged, my eyes narrowing at the mention of his name.

Had he been back to push her into his bullshit?

“What offer?”

“The one where I get to inflict some damage. It’s trying to claw its way out of me and I…”

I took her face in my hands gently, holding her gaze.

I’d never seen her so broken before, and I’d been the one to fucking break her not that long ago.

I’d never forgive myself for that.

“You can fight it, baby. You don’t need any of that. Do you want me to talk to Skeet about allowing you to have another fight at the shed?”

“No.”

“Why not?” I asked, confusion obvious on my face.

I thought it would have been a great idea to blow off steam.

“Because, I’ll kill them,” she replied honestly, looking away from me and taking a step back.

Fuck, I’d made it worse.