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A million thoughts seemed to pass through Skeeter’s head, but Slash was the first to speak up, authority strong in his voice.

“You’re not staying in that fucking house alone, okay? You stick by us at all times and…”

“Can you shut the fuck up? I can handle them fine. I’ll just keep my gun on me at all times,” I exclaimed with annoyance that I hoped covered my fear, making a few of the guys chuckle, but he scowled at me with anger in his tone.

“Sorry that I’m on fucking edge, Donovan, but this is the second crew in a week. It’s also one of the worst crews around. You can’t reason with them when they have their sights set on a target.”

Skeeter snorted, apparently only paying attention to the information that he wanted to stew on.

“What I want to know is, why did Hunter come to personally warn you when you hardly know each other?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was going to hound me about it for the rest of my fucking life, regardless of what I told him.

“He likes me because I shot at him or some shit. Either way, he did me a solid by coming and warning me.”

“Well, he needs to fuck off. The only solid he wants to give you is his fucking dick,” he snapped, his voice growing harsher.

“Keep going Skeet, and I’ll fucking stay with him to keep me safe,” I taunted, but Slash growled, obviously sick of my shit too.

“Like fuck, Donovan. Get Diesel to run you home and he can stay with you tonight, okay? Good job on your first run though, yeah?”

I gave him a small smile and nodded, my anger simmering at his unexpected praise.

“I guess I can do as I’m told this time. You want to stop by later for a beer?”

“Sure, have some cold for me,” he chuckled, despite still seeming tense, excusing us before Skeeter could go on a rampage about it.

Chapter eight

Rory

“You can’t go to school, you have a hit on your fucking head,” Slash hissed at me the next morning as I yanked my shoes on and scowled at him.

“I have to, they’re about to kick me out. I need to pass high school, Slash. Can’t I just take someone with me?”

“No. Don’t wear your jacket either, because…”

“Obviously. I’ll keep an eye out, I promise,” I cut him off, making him grumble.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to fucking like it, asshole,” I muttered back, grabbing my school bag and opening the door to leave, but his fingers wrapped gently around my wrist to stop me.

“Please, stay home. It’s safer.”

I sighed, moving closer to give him a hug, more for me than for him.

The Soldiers worried me more than I’d let on, but if I started to panic, so would everyone else.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll keep in contact.”

Diesel watched from the couch, and I gave him a grateful smile as I stepped back from Slash.

“Hey, thanks for staying last night and keeping me company.”

“All good. I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” He smiled back, making me frown.

I didn’t want him on baby-sitting duty twenty-four seven.