Page 79 of Twisted Fate

“So, I can’t run guns? I can shoot better than…”

“Calm down. I know you can handle the guns just fine, but we’re running them to Skeet’s and could be there a while. I’d prefer to handle that for everyone’s fucking sake, and send you with Diesel instead, because you two don’t need me to worry about you,” he rolled his eyes at my dramatics.

I gave him a slow nod, seeing the logic in his plan.

The last thing he needed was for me to start shooting at his right-hand in the middle of business.

“Alright. How far are the drugs going?”

“Across town. Diesel knows the drill, so listen to what he says and make sure you do as you’re told. You aren’t stupid, but if you’re going to run with us, you need to just go with it, okay? We’ve all got rules to follow.”

“I don’t mind doing what Diesel asks. I like him,” I shrugged and I turned to leave the room, but he took my arm gently to stop me from getting far.

“Hey, be careful on jobs. Shit can go wrong real quick. Keep an eye out, and don’t be afraid to call if you need me. We all call in back up, so I’m not asking you to because you’re a girl, it’s because you’re family.”

I smiled, patting his chest gratefully.

“I promise. I’ll go find Diesel and see if he wants to do it before we visit Sasha, yeah?”

“Sure thing. He’ll teach you shit quick, so pay attention,” he smirked, letting me leave to find Diesel.

I ignored Skeeter as he watched me through narrowed eyes from the cage as he spoke to someone as I headed straight up to Diesel at the bar with a grin.

“Hey, D, I hear I’m your new partner in crime. Want to show me the ropes?”

He glanced up from his beer, seeming confused for a second, before his eyebrows shot up.

“You’re doing the run with me? Slash actually said that?”

“Yep. You want to go cause some mayhem with me?” I kept grinning, watching the surprise leave his face and smugness take over.

“Sure thing, babe. Can’t go causing mayhem without the right outfit though, can you? Got you a gift,” he winked, leaning over the bar and pulling out a black leather jacket, identical to the rest of the crews.

I gave him an unsure look, not hiding the surprise in my eyes.

“You got me a Psychos jacket?”

“A few of us figured you needed one. Leave your keys with Slash in case they need to move your car. Let’s get this show on the road.”

I hesitated as I took the jacket and pulled it on, my face heating as a few of the guys whistled at me and clapped with approval.

I met Diesel’s eyes and gave him a confident nod.

“Let’s do this. I get a gun too, right?”

He chuckled and gave me another wink, pulling a handgun out from the back of his jeans.

“Yeah, might have sorted one of those out for you too. Don’t go waving it around though, okay?”

I rolled my eyes and took it, tucking it into the back of my pants like they always did.

“I have more fun with my blade anyways, don’t panic.”

I turned, instantly slamming into a solid chest.

I glanced up, my eyes meeting Skeeter’s.

My eye twitched with annoyance and I turned away, but he scruffed my jacket and yanked me back sharply, his light green eyes looking lethal.