Page 73 of Twisted Fate

She seemed to think she deserved to hurt for some fucked up reason.

I let her go last time so that this didn’t happen, but look at us now.

She could bend and break me whenever she wanted, and she fucking knew it.

I had to put my foot down, but it was hard to do when the guys were all of a sudden keen to pull her in.

I didn’t want her going on drug runs or dropping off loads of cash after a busy week, let alone get fucking shot at.

Some days I wish I could just kill her and bring her back, just to prove to her what I was capable of.

She sure as shit wasn’t the snarky nervous bitch that she’d been when I’d first met her.

Aurora was a ruthless killer, and I had no one to blame but myself.

I tainted her with my blackened soul when I’d drawn her close, and now we’d both turned on each other as if we were enemies.

I couldn’t keep up with the bullshit.

I had to keep her away, before someone really got hurt.

* * *

Rory

“What the fuck happened to you?” Tyler demanded, narrowing his eyes as he walked into the shed to find me still sitting on the chair by the sink, bloodied cloths around me as I took a drag of my cigarette.

Fuck my nose was throbbing.

“Go home, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“No, what happened? Is that blood yours? What the hell happened to your nose?” He asked, anger and worry lacing his voice.

I glanced at the cloths scattered on the ground before looking back at him blankly.

“Yeah, it’s my blood. My nose is fine, too.”

“Damnit, Rory…,” he bit out, and I figured I’d just tell him what happened to shut him up.

“Skeet and I broke up.”

“That doesn’t explain shit,” he replied, and I had to ignore the sharp pain that shot down my back as I shrugged.

“We had a fight in the process.”

His eyes narrowed almost on cue.

“What the fuck did he do to you? Did he hit you? Is that what happened to your nose?”

“He didn’t hit me. It doesn’t matter, he can join forces with Lukas and make a new fucking harem,” I snorted as I climbed off the chair and moved behind the bar to help myself to a beer.

“What does this shit have to do with Lukas? Jesus Christ, sit down,” he growled, but Slash walked over and stood in front of him, blocking him from crowding me.

“Hey, calm down. I patched her up, she’s fine.”

“How come whenever something happens to her, you’re not far away? What did Skeet do to her?” He asked as he lost his patience, but I raised an eyebrow.

“Slash wasn’t there. Like I said, Skeet and I had a fight and broke up. If you want to say anything nasty, say it now. Two down in one night already, may as well make it fucking three.”