Page 92 of Twisted Fate

Lukas tried hard to keep the glare on his face, but it was slipping.

I had no idea what was going on with him, but he was so hateful towards Rory all of a sudden, and it was fucking weird.

I ran a hand through my hair, ignoring everyone in the room who hadn’t taken their eyes off us, waiting for us to explode and chase after her.

Not going to happen.

“She wouldn’t lie about something that serious. Should I call Skeet and ask him what the hell’s going on? Why hasn’t he told us?” I questioned, but Tyler drained his soda and crushed the can in his hand, anger and fear swirling around in his dark eyes.

“I don’t know. Dude, she’s got no hope if they get their hands on her. That crew scares Slash for fuck’s sake.”

I was well aware of how dangerous they were.

They killed my uncle when I was little, all because he fucked one of their girls.

Not one of their wives or anything, but one of the crew whores.

They literally hacked him into pieces in his loungeroom and dumped his head in the fish tank.

Dad’s whole family were assholes, so it was no surprise that they all died like dogs.

I kept my eyes on Jensen as he silently stared at the door, not missing him jerk slightly as his eyes flashed up to meet Lukas’s, who must have kicked him under the table.

Seriously, Lukas could be mad at her for whatever reasons he liked, but Jensen had no obligation to hate her too.

“You two want to share with the class what’s going on, or what?”

Lukas turned his angry expression in my direction, not hesitating to push back from the table and stalk off like the grumpy asshole he was.

I flicked my hand in his direction as I looked at Jensen for assistance.

“Seriously, what the fuck is his problem?”

He shrugged, slowly standing to chase after him like a lost puppy like he always did.

“I don’t know.”

“Well find out, because I’m sick of his shit and I’m close to knocking his ass out,” I hissed, watching as he gave me a jerky nod before taking off.

Tyler glanced at me with an unsure look on his face.

“Should we follow them?”

I snorted, clearing my rubbish as I stood.

“I’m not chasing them around the school while they have a meltdown about fuck knows what. C’mon, let’s hit the gym for a while. I need to fucking hit something.”

* * *

Rory

“Nice place,” Hunter stated as we walked through the front door of my house after school.

I smiled, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing him one before popping the top on mine.

“We moved here just before my eighth birthday, before Mom took off. When Dad died it hadn’t been sold, so I got it back. Luckily, or I’d be sleeping in my fucking car.”

“Slash wouldn’t let you sleep on the street, babe. Hell, I wouldn’t let you. Bad things happen to pretty girls out there,” he replied, his voice smooth as he plonked down on the ratty couch and watched me.