Page 60 of Twisted Fate

His eyes widened a fraction, just as surprised as I was.

“Hunter’s in town? Did they know he was rolling through?”

“Nope. It’s going to get messy as hell for sure.”

“So, where the hell is Rory now?”

I winced, knowing he wasn’t going to like it.

“Still there. She refused to leave, so Slash told me to bail. I called Holloway to go and pick her up.”

“You really left her there? With fucking Slash?” He growled, obviously considering strangling me or something equally as violent.

I nodded, eyeing him for a minute before speaking again.

“Yeah, Skeet and the Psychos were there too. We’re going to have a problem though.”

“Oh, what ever could that be?” He snapped, panic strong in his voice.

“From what I saw, Hunter was going to have some fun tormenting her. The problem is, she looked like she was going to have just as much fun while playing the same game back.”

I just hoped one of them backed down before it got bloody.

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Rory

“Yo, Donovan!”

I glanced up from my beer and smiled as I noticed the guy from the Psychos leaning against the front door frame.

Skeeter hated that I left doors wide open, but I loved the air flow.

“Hey, come in. Want a beer?”

“Won’t say no,” he shrugged, walking in and sitting at the bench as I popped the top off the beer and handed it to him.

He took a mouthful before getting straight to the point.

“Skeet’s pissed, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that mad. He pulled his gun on Hunter and threatened him, then after that, he and Slash had a fist fight before he gave us all a talking to about you.”

I frowned. “What does that mean? He fucking fought Slash?”

“Yeah, he turned on Slash. Then he went off at everyone else, telling us to stay away from you and shit.”

“What happened?” I asked, feeling bad for causing a problem, but he just smirked, turning his face slightly so I could see his swollen eye.

“I told him to fuck off. We need someone like you around, Donovan. You’ve got balls and you aren’t afraid to die for what you believe in. Most of the guys would run to save themselves if given the chance, trust me.”

I absently reached out, my fingertips gently running across his darkening bruise.

“He had no right to hit you.”

He smirked, amusement flooding his mischievous hazel eyes.

“C’mon, I can take a hit from Skeet. He’s just in panic mode.”

“Why?” I frowned, a cringe taking over his face.