“Maybe tomorrow. Tonight, I wanna get wasted,” I smiled tightly, relaxing against him as he put his arms around me.
I had no intentions on going anywhere near that fucking graveyard.
Tyler
Rory thought she was relaxed, but I knew better.
I knew those feelings all too well that were eating her alive.
I didn’t come to terms with the fact that Slash was dead until he’d been gone a whole month.
I got drunk by his grave until I couldn’t feel my body anymore.
I cursed at him, apologised, cried like a little bitch, then got my shit together and put a protective shield up around my heart so I didn’t end up like that again.
All I held now was anger towards the Soldiers for causing all our pain and misery.
I’d let Rory have some time to settle back into the real world again, but then she’d have to deal with her emotions.
Denial was a bitch, and I wasn’t going to let her drown in it.
Watching her walk around and talk to everyone with a fake smile on her face worried me, too.
If she held all of her emotions down for too long, she’d have a meltdown when it all became too much.
It wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t basically an armed criminal out for fucking blood on those who wronged the people she cared about.
I knew our girl, and she’d already be plotting her revenge.
Rory
Killing Me by State of Mine blasted through the shed as people partied my return, but I sat by the bar most of the night, just thinking.
It was strange seeing the Bloody Psychos and the Devil’s Armada hanging out together after their apparent rivalry issues, but there were a lot of questions nagging in my head, and I wanted to fucking explode.
Who was the witness?
Who took matters into their own hands to make them vanish?
Who thought I couldn’t handle shit on my own?
I’d worked out a lot while I was locked up, and I rarely sat still for long, so it was no wonder that I was going crazy now.
I needed to burn some energy before I completely lost it.
Skeeter and Hunter headed towards me, and Skeeter raised an eyebrow at my obvious mood.
I knew I was projecting some seriously negative vibes.
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem right.”
“Who wrote the statement against me, and who fucking killed them?” I asked straight out, and Hunter tensed at my tone.
Skeeter held my gaze like I knew he would, not hesitating to answer me.
“Mandy did. She just wouldn’t listen when we told her to shut her mouth about shit, so Hunter and I tracked her down a few nights ago. You’re fucking welcome.”
I snorted, downing my drink before giving him a dirty look.
“You both killed her without giving me time to handle it.”
“The fuck were you going to do from behind bars, Rory? Hunter just helped me find her. I slit her fucking throat all by myself because Hunter said you’d be pissed about it and he didn’t want the blood on his fucking hands,” Skeeter replied, disgust in his voice at Hunter being such a pussy.
I gave him a flat look, not at all impressed with the asshole’s heroics.
“I was fucking handling it, Skeet. Hunter’s right too, I am pissed about it. You can’t just run around killing off my classmates.”
“Humour me and explain how you were handing it, baby girl?” Skeeter asked dryly and crossed his arms, but I lit a cigarette and leaned back, shrugging a shoulder.
“I made friends in there, alright? They were helping me sort it out.”
He frowned, speaking with an edge to his voice.
I knew he didn’t like outsiders, but he also knew the only way to survive prison was by getting a good bunch of friends to keep an eye out for you.
“What friends? Owing favors to people in there never ends well.”
“One of your friends, actually. I’ve got myself a new bestie, so I’d be careful if I were you. Lexi and I are super close,” I drawled lazily, earning a smirk of amusement from Hunter.
“Lexi Bryant? The drug dealing stripper? You’re besties with her? Hey, Skeet, didn’t she shoot the windows out of your car a few years back?”
Skeeter growled, genuine hate burning in his light green eyes.
“Yes, she fucking did. I wouldn’t say she’s a friend of mine, Rory. Quite the fucking opposite in fact. She’s besties with Hunter though.”
I grinned at Hunter who seemed to be loving the conversation.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?”
He groaned, rubbing his dick through his jeans and closing his eyes for a moment.
“Best sex of my goddamn life, too. That chick’s a fucking freak in the sheets.”
“Yeah, I know,” I chuckled softly, causing both of them to stare at me.
Hunter cracked up laughing pretty quickly though, despite the irritated look in Skeeter’s eyes.
Hunter finally managed to control himself enough to speak.
“You fucked Lexi?”
I became defensive.
I could fuck who ever I wanted, what was wrong with that?
“What? Am I not her fucking type, asshole?” I demanded with annoyance.
“Calm down, Donovan. You’re exactly her fucking type. You’ve buffed up a little too,” he observed, poking at my bicep through my jacket.
They had no idea what was hiding under it.
I gave him a curious look, not being able to contain my excitement.
“Wanna see my ink?”
“You got fucking prison ink? Fucking hell,” Skeeter muttered and stalked across the room, leaving us to it with a shake of his head.
Hunter on the other hand sat down on the bar stool beside me and gave me a nudge with his shoulder.
“C’mon then, badass. Show me your ink.”
I shrugged out of my jacket and watched his eyes bulge in surprise like I knew they would, his voice almost coming out squeaky. “How the fuck did you get that kind of ink in the slammer?”
“Lexi’s trade is tattoos now, but you knew that. She fucked a guard and they snuck a kit in for her,” I replied, turning my arm to show him more of it.
He was expecting a fucking butterfly or something, I just knew it.
“But you’re literally covered in it!” He exclaimed, not taking his eyes off it.
It was a work of art, and I fucking loved it.
Between the vibrant red bloodied roses, the detailed shading, and the thorns that wrapped around my arm that appeared to be tearing into my skin, my arms really looked like a massacre.
I had a skull on the back of one of my shoulders that was splattered with blood, the words Bloody Psycho written below it, and my warrior tattoo was still visible on the other shoulder.
“We got bored in there,” I shrugged, admiring my own inked arms.
Lexi was an amazing artist, so when she’d offered to do both my arms from my shoulder to my wrists, I wasn’t going to say no.
It helped that she was knuckle deep in my fucking pussy at the time of her asking me.
Hunter’s fingers trailed up one of my arms as he gave me a naughty wink.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter. Damn, Donovan.”
I laughed, reaching for the bottle of whisky in front of me.