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He didn’t seem fazed though as he gently unlatched my bra and grabbed a clean cloth, soaking it with warm water to start cleaning me up.

I ignored the sharp stinging as he dabbed at it, another curse coming from him.

“What?” I questioned, wishing I’d just stayed at the bar with Diesel to begin with.

I just wanted to have a quiet day with a few drinks, was that too much to ask?

“I don’t want to hurt you but I’m going to have to. You have glass in there,” he replied, making me snort.

“Get it out then.”

“Donovan…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it out myself when I get home,” I seethed, moving to yank my shirt back on, but he halted me and cringed.

“I can’t just dig around in there without seriously hurting you, babe.”

“It’ll hurt more when I just start hacking at it with my blade myself. Either you get it out, or I fucking do,” I threatened, knowing he wasn’t going to let me.

“Fine, but you have to sit still,” he warned, pissing me off.

It wasn’t even mid-morning and I was ready to go back to bed.

“I fucking am!” I shouted, calming slightly when his hand rested on my bare shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll get it, okay? Sorry.”

I sat still, wincing as he dabbed at my back again so he could see the glass properly.

He wasn’t kidding.

It hurt like a bitch to get it out.

* * *

Skeeter

I didn't mean to hurt Rory like that.

The moment I saw her nose bleeding, I knew I’d fucked up.

I'd do anything I could to keep her away from the crew, but I'd never seriously hurt her on purpose.

There was no way in hell that she was joining the Psychos.

How we could even date was fucking beyond me.

We clashed at every turn, driving each other insane until one, or both of us, snapped.

It was a fucked-up cycle, one that we needed to stop before one of us ended up dead.

I was starting to think it might even be me.

She was becoming psychotic, and I’d be damned if that didn’t turn me the fuck on.

Not many girls let me make them bleed, but Rory fucking craved it.

The hurt, the pain, and the rush of danger that only I could give her.