Page 77 of Twisted Fate

“At this hour of the day? No. Give me a few hours for someone to fuck us over,” he joked, his eyes dropping to my bandaged hand. “How’s the injuries today?”

“They’re fine. Now, find someone for me to kill, I’m not fucking around,” I bit out, snatching a cigarette from his packet off the bar and lighting it up angrily, earning a frown from him.

He jerked his head, motioning for me to join him in the office for some privacy, and since he wasn’t usually in my face about shit, I did as he asked.

Once I plonked myself down on his desk, he sat down in his chair and met my gaze.

“Holloway thinks I checked on you last night after you took off. Tell me what’s going on and I’ll keep covering for you.”

I rolled my eyes as I had a drag, swinging my legs slightly.

“Tell them whatever you want. They aren’t my fucking problem anymore.”

“Thought it was only Lukas and Skeet that you had a fight with?” He asked, the frown on his face deepening.

“A fight? We split up, and the other three copped the same fate last night after ambushing me. Can we not talk about who I’m not fucking, please? You know better than to get all close and personal anyways. You and I don’t do girl talk, it will tarnish your street rep.”

“Just looking out for you, babe. Where are you staying? Need somewhere, or are you happy at your place down the road?” He asked, his frown lifting as he seemed satisfied that I was okay.

I gave him a small smile, appreciating his concern.

“My place is fine.”

He nodded, not appearing too bothered by the sudden change in events, which was a fucking relief to me.

“Alright. Do you need anything, or are you good?”

I watched him cautiously, not understanding why he was so chilled.

I knew he wasn’t the type to go all crazy like the others, but he was seriously relaxed about me just staying at my place alone.

“You aren’t going to drag me back to Holloway’s?”

“I can’t make you be somewhere you don’t want to be. Besides, it’s not like you aren’t safe. You’re closer to the shed for starters,” he shrugged.

When I visibly relaxed, he moved to stand in front of me, placing his hands on the desk either side of me.

“I insist that someone hangs around and keeps an eye out at your place though. Is that okay?”

“Can’t you and Diesel just check in all the time? Not like you aren’t always creeping around like a stalker anyways,” I grumbled, a low chuckle coming from him.

“Yeah, I guess. Diesel can probably park his ass outside your house if you want him to? He wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m good, seriously. I don’t need twenty-four seven surveillance,” I waved him off and had another drag of my cigarette, blowing it in his face to annoy him.

I flinched slightly as he lifted his hand to touch my face, causing him to hesitate before dropping it again and moving back a step to give me space.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay? You know I’ll help you.”

I relaxed again, giving him a nod before surprising him as I shuffled closer to the edge of the desk and put my arms around him for a hug.

He was still for a second, before nudging my legs apart so that they were either side of his waist, stepping against me to hug me tightly.

I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat as I pressed my cheek into his chest, just needing a minute to breathe.

I didn’t move when the door cracked open, ignoring the warning growl from Slash as Diesel’s gentle voice reached my ears.

“Hey, Donovan. You okay?”