Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
And realized that the man beside me was hired to kill my wife.
Or, at least, one of the three was.
But if they were together, they were likely all guilty.
Switching apps, I texted and alerted Lynn of what was going on, gave him every detail I could, then put my phone away.
After starting my bike, I took my phone back out and texted Wyett that I’d be late, and then waited for the truck to leave.
It was only after they ate in their car and waited another fifteen minutes past that that they finally made their way out of the parking lot.
Having never followed anyone before, I wasn’t sure how far to keep back, which was my downfall.
I got too far and wasn’t able to keep up when he made a turn that would lead him to the interstate.
I lost him in the chaos merging onto the interstate.
Cursing myself, I went to get right back off and head home when I realized how fucking stupid I’d been.
They hadn’t gotten on the interstate. They’d gone to one of the hotels that were right off the interstate, that shared a feeder road with the on ramp.
Pulling yet another bitch on the feeder road and heading back to where I started, I came to a halt at a gas station that was next to the two hotels, and parked.
Putting my hands in my pockets, I made my way around the back of the gas station, trying to appear as if I belonged when we all knew that I didn’t.
I was just at the brick wall that separated one parking lot from the other when I froze.
“You!”
I turned woodenly to see an older man that looked vaguely familiar, standing next to an ostentatious RV, pointing his meaty finger in my direction.
When I went to turn back around, intent on ignoring him, he took exception to my immediate dismissal of him.
“Hey!” he growled. “I’m talking to you.”
I felt my eye twitch.
“Yeah?” I asked. “I’m a little busy.”
“Being a creeper?” he asked. “It’s not enough that you taint a perfectly good public bathroom, but now you’re going to peep in the back of people’s windows?”
I frowned, finally realizing who this man was.
The old fucker from the campground bathrooms that had been present at the time that I was fucking the hell out of Wyett in public.
At the time, I hadn’t given a single shit that he could hear. I hadn’t given a shit about anything but what I was doing to Wyett.
Now, though, the little asshole was pissing me off, and I almost regretted my decisions.
And I say almost because I could never fully regret anything that Wyett and I did together.
“It’s a parking lot, moron,” I said as I turned my back on him once again.
What I said must’ve really pissed him off, because just as I got my eyes on the man that I was looking for—at least their truck anyway—that’s when I knew I should’ve never turned my back on him.
Because turning my back and dismissing him as harmless was the thing that bit me in the ass.
“Don’t turn your back on me, motherfucker!” the guy cried.
That’s when I felt it.
But just as soon as the pain arrived, it drifted away.
Lucky for me, and unlucky for the little pecker head, I didn’t have to lay on the dirty asphalt too long before help arrived.
Lynn appeared with Zach out of the shadows as if they were there from the beginning.
That’s about the time that I passed out.
CHAPTER 20
After all the stupid things I’ve done in my life, if I die because I touched my face I’m gonna be pissed.
- secret thoughts
WYETT
“Wyett?”
Six’s worried voice had me frowning.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, putting my textbook down to focus more fully on the call.
“I just got a call from Lynn,” she said. “Hunt was hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat, and they took him to the hospital. He’s in the ER…”
I was already heading out of the door.
But just as suddenly as I got to the door, there was a knock on it, and I froze, my hand reaching for the doorknob.
There was another knock as I still sat there, waiting.
“Wyett?” Six said into my ear, worry in her voice. “Why are you breathing like that?”
I swallowed hard and whispered, “There’s someone at my door.”
“It’s Sin,” she explained. “He came to pick you up.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and opened up the door, looking at Sin apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. I just kind of freaked out a bit when I heard you knock. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, and Hunt’s worry was coming to mind about that hit man.”
Sin offered me a wink. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand completely.”
Fingers shaking at the thought of Hunt being hurt, and me not being there to help him, I gestured toward the door. “Let’s go. I’m really ready to get there already.” I paused. “Do you know what happened?”