Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Naturally the dog said nothing, simply looked up at him and wagged her tail.
“Go back.” He said the words even though he knew damn well she wouldn’t obey him. No one obeyed him tonight.
He felt under his jacket where the small pistol lay against his side. Could he do it? Could he kill his brother in cold blood?
Yes. To save Sabrina and Sawyer he could certainly do it, but he had to be careful because if one attempted to take down the monster, one better not miss.
The sound of at least two other engines told him tonight wasn’t going to be his night unless he wanted to die, too. Which he would consider, but first he would give his brother a chance.
There was nothing to do but walk out and pray Bella didn’t get hurt. The alternative was to go back to the cabin, and Wayne would certainly find the trail if he looked for it.
Wyatt stepped around the back of the bar, moving to the front parking lot as the motorcycle headlights came into view. Funnels of light that always preceded the darkest part of his life.
Bella headed the other way, disappearing back up the trail. A wave of relief went through Wyatt. She’d probably seen a squirrel or a rabbit and would spend the next hour chasing it. The good news was she’d been distracted, and he didn’t have to worry about her until it came time to head back to the cabin.
If he headed back to the cabin.
This might be the right time to disappear. Though it was made far more difficult by Sabrina’s actions. He didn’t even have his freaking wallet.
But he’d walked away with nothing before.
He held his hands up because he couldn’t be sure his brother’s men wouldn’t take any shot they had.
Luckily they kind of needed him alive for the time being.
The neon sign was dark and when Wayne parked and turned off his bike, the others followed suit, and they were left with only the moonlight to illuminate the night around them. He wasn’t sure what phase the moon was in but it was still bright and shining, and it would be dawn soon. Wyatt stared across the parking lot. Wayne had brought three men with him, though he couldn’t see their faces. Yet. He knew his brother’s build. Even in shadow he could pick Wayne out. He’d always been the monster in Wyatt’s life, the shadow turning everything dark.
“You want to explain yourself, brother?” Wayne didn’t care for pleasantries.
Probably because there wasn’t anything at all pleasant about him. “Your men came in and got handsy with some of the women in the bar. This isn’t Horde territory.”
Wayne whistled, and his head dropped forward. “Let me guess how it went. You decided some chick who’s probably got a triple digit body count was actually the Virgin Mother and you did that crazy killer thing you do. Anyone dead?”
He wondered how Wayne didn’t know. “No one called you?”
“No,” Wayne shot back, moving in closer. He pulled leather gloves off his hands, and Wyatt could see his brother was now sporting a longish gray beard. He looked more and more like their father every day. “Which is why I’m here. I need to know if you and the traitor killed my men.”
If Sawyer was a traitor simply because he wanted to leave, he wasn’t sure what Wayne would consider his own crimes to be. “No one is dead. One of the servers got scared and called the sheriff. This isn’t Horde territory, so the law around here did its job. They’re being held overnight in town. You’ll probably be able to bail them out in the morning.”
Wayne seemed to consider the scenario. “Someone bail you out?”
Wyatt had to admit it surprised him as well. He’d expected the sheriff to act like he was an animal and take him in. He was surprised no one had to fight him to make him stop. All Sabrina had to do was be there to get him to calm down. “Didn’t have to. The sheriff took my word about what happened.”
Wayne adjusted the cap on his head. “You mean the sheriff took Sawyer’s word. You don’t talk much after you lose it. Now if I remember correctly, the town down there belongs to Sheriff Wright. Nathan Wright. Former DEA agent Wright. Why would Wright take your word for anything? Or Sawyer’s.”
“I haven’t been in trouble since I got here. Neither has Sawyer. And we weren’t the only witnesses,” Wyatt explained. “You should know Zane Hollister’s here, too. This town is full of ex-law enforcement.”
In the moonlight, he saw a brow rise over his brother’s dark eyes. “You think that’ll save you? You think they’ll help you out once they know who you really are?”
His gut clenched but he didn’t back down. He knew what his brother was talking about, what was always hanging over his head. “I think if they figure out who I am, they’ll definitely find a way to come after you.”