Page 68 of Twisted Fate

“See you tonight, yeah?”

“Fucking doubt it,” I snapped, turning and leaving the house to wait by Diesel’s pickup.

He wandered out behind me almost instantly and climbed into the driver’s seat, but once we were out of the driveway, he glanced at me with uncertainty.

“You alright?”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered, lighting a cigarette and taking an angry drag.

Lukas was the least likely to ever call me a whore, so I was more rattled than I would’ve been if Caden had said it instead.

I knew Lukas wasn’t going to be happy about it all, but he didn’t have to be mean either.

“All good,” he answered with a shrug, turning his attention back to the road as he drove.

We reached the old road and I let out a frustrated breath, not being able to contain my anger any longer.

“I’m sick of being babied all the fucking time! They’re all doing it now, and it’s starting to piss me the fuck off. They wonder why I want to kill assholes in my spare time!”

He glanced at me again with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s good that you have protective boyfriends, babe. They don’t want to see you hurt.”

“No, they don’t trust me. They all thought I was screwing Slash at one point, just because he was around. Now I’m hanging around you, they seem to think I’m acting like some crew whore. Lukas’s words, actually.”

“I heard,” he mumbled, turning into the driveway and parking next to the shed.

I went to climb out but he stopped me, giving me a small smile.

“Look, you guys have apparently all gone through heaps of shit since you all became friends. They love you, so I don’t blame them for worrying. Make up your mind carefully about the crew, yeah? We only want you in if it’s what you actually want. Regardless of what you decide to do, you’re always welcome here, okay? Family and all that.”

“I know, I’m just suffocating in my own emotions. I’m caged in, and we all know what happens to an animal when they’re cornered,” I sighed before climbing out and following him into the shed.

Skeeter seemed pissed off for seeing me there again, but he watched me silently as I followed Diesel to the bar, taking the bottle of whisky as Diesel handed it me.

Slash chuckled as he walked out from the office.

“Morning, Killer. Thought you were snuggled up between your gentle lovers?”

I sneered at him, downing a few large mouthfuls of whisky before flipping him the bird.

The humour died from his face and he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, the usual. I’m a fucking whore and all that. Morning Skeet,” I replied, making sure to point out that I knew Skeeter was fucking glaring at me.

Slash kept frowning with confusion, but Skeeter grunted.

“Morning. Why are you here? Again.”

“Do you want to cop a mouthful this morning too?” I growled, watching as he raised an eyebrow.

“Not particularly, but if you keep scowling at me like that, I’ll give you a fucking mouthful and break your jaw with my dick. Where’s Jensen and Lukas?”

“Jensen’s probably kissing Lukas’s face better.”

“What happened to his face?” He asked slowly, glancing at Diesel curiously as if he was going to spill all my secrets.