Page 55 of Twisted Fate

“The only people who will wreck what you guys have going on is you guys, because you try to control her. The guys trust her, so she’s safe here. Skeet tell you about the Devils being in town? Because you know she’s safer here than at home alone like she was when I found her today.”

Tyler’s eyes flickered to me, his body tense.

“You told her that she needs to hang here so you can keep her safe? Rory, he’s…”

“I was the one that brought it up with him when I heard they were in town. I was the one that said I’m safer by being closer to Slash and the guys instead of hiding out, because they’d all know I’m Skeet’s girl and that I’m close with the crew. I’m an easy target.”

Slash laughed, managing to sound a little crazy in the process.

“Yeah, but they don’t know you have bigger balls than half my guys put together. Sucks to be them if they try to hurt you, because you’d burn them alive while laughing manically and roasting fucking marshmallows over their burning corpse.”

Tyler gave him a sour glance before looking back at me with something similar to irritation.

I never really knew what to name it every time he looked at me like that.

Sort of a mix between annoyance and disappointment.

It was uncalled for in my opinion.

“You knew all this was going on and you didn’t say anything to us? What the fuck, babe?” Tyler scowled, but before I could say something snarky to him, someone shouted from the door and Slash’s stormy grey eyes flashed to mine with worry.

“Lock yourself in the back office. Take Ty with you.”

“But…”

“Donovan, now!” he demanded, shoving us in the right direction before stalking towards the front door quickly.

Once we’d locked ourselves inside, Tyler pulled me against his chest and sighed.

“You really were just having a beer?”

“Yeah. I’d tell you if I was fighting, because I’d still do it regardless if you knew or not. I won’t hide shit from you,” I replied dryly, relieved that he seemed to have calmed down.

“Alright,” he nodded, moving back to sit in a chair to wait for Slash to come back.

I moved around the desk, plonking my ass down in Slash’s chair to help myself to his whisky and cigarettes that I knew he hid in his drawer.

I put my feet up on the desk just as the door opened with force, and I wasn’t sure how I knew, but it was definitely Hunter looking back at me.

He halted as his stunning dark brown eyes clashed with mine, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across his face as if he’d won the jack pot.

I couldn’t lie, he was hot as hell.

“Who do we have here?” He asked, his voice sounding like a dream, but I knew just by looking at him that he was a nightmare in disguise.

Act cool, Aurora.

“Hunter, right?” I asked in a bored tone, not moving from my lazy position.

He seemed taken back for a second, hiding it quickly with an amused chuckle.

“Good guess. Who are you, hot shot?”

“None of your fucking business,” I smiled sweetly, flicking the ash from my cigarette into the ash tray just as Slash stormed into the room, rage burning in his eyes.

“I thought I told you to lock the fucking door?”

“I did. If you think that door would keep an eight-year-old girl out, let alone another crew, you’re a fucking idiot,” I rolled my eyes, finishing my cigarette and butting it out before sitting up.