Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

that you told me that you trust me but I know that it doesn’t mean you’ve changed your mind.”

I don’t want to lie to him and tell him that I have when I haven’t but I don’t want him to be stuck worrying about this either. Right now I’m free and ready to live life the way I should have the past few years. I’m ready to explore whatever is going on with Wyatt and me. I’m ready to get to know his family. I’m ready for it all. I’ll worry about killing myself when Emerson shows up on the doorstep.

13

Wyatt

Dela is just telling me what I want to hear. Even as I stand here with her in my arms, I know that she is set on killing herself. I don’t know how to handle this shit. I don’t want her to do it but there is no way that I can say that I’m for sure going to be able to save her from that crazy bastard.

“Come on. Let’s get back home,” I say, letting her go so that we can get to the car. Spark looks at me over her head, questions in his eyes. He clearly doesn’t understand what the hell is going on. One second we were all laughing then next we are jumping down each other’s throat.

I shake my head and just keep on walking. I’ll have to explain it to him another time.

We take a few steps through the packed parking lot. The car is a bit further away.

“No,” Dela gasps out and stops in her tracks.

“Dela?” When I turn in her direction, I can see that she is ghostly white. I’m watching the color drain from her skin by the millisecond.

“What’s wrong?” Spark asks.

“Delaney!” I storm over to where she is.

“He’s here.” Her voice shakes and a tear pops from her eye.

“What, where? How do you know?” I look around but I don’t see anything but a few people walking toward their cars no one looks like they are coming in our direction.

“I don’t see anything.” Spark is already on guard looking around just as I was a moment ago.

Dela purses her lips together and a breathy whistle comes out. A tune that I recognize but can’t place. Before she is finished my ears pick up on the same tune but it’s coming from someplace to the left. Someone else is whispering the same thing that she is.

“What the fuck is that?” I grab her arm and pull her behind me.

“He’s coming for me. He’s here already. I never get away when he is so close.” Her voice sounds as if she is narrating a book. She sounds like the outcome is already set in stone.

“No, fuck that. Let’s move.” I grab her and we high tail it back to the car. There is no way for me to run around all these cars looking for whoever is out there but we could get out. We could make it back to the compound and figure out a different way to do this. “Spark drive,” I order, and we toss the bags in our hands in the back seat.

I shove Dela into the car. “Get on the floor. I’m going to throw stuff on top of you.” She lies down on the floor of the large truck and I jump in the passenger seat next to Spark. The whistling has stopped from what I can hear but I don’t want to chance it. Spark pulls out of the parking lot and we take a few back roads to get out of the main area. There is a road that is barely used that takes us straight into Patis for those who don’t know about it, it’s very easy to get lost but Spark and I ride it all the time. We know where we are going.

“Dela, you can get up now. I think we lost whoever was in the parking lot.” I reach around and pull Dela from where she is lying on the floor.

She isn’t crying or shaking. In fact, it’s almost like this is normal for her. “Okay.” She pushes a few bags to the floor and sits herself in the seat.

“Hey, you have to trust me,” I tell her again. I need to get through to her.

“I trust you, Wyatt. You’ll do everything that you can. I know it.” She gives me a sad smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

I turn in my seat resigned to the fact that right now I’m not going to change her mind. “What in the shit was that back there? What was that song?”

“Patience by Guns N’ Roses. Emerson loves that song, he whistles it all the time. Especially when he is disappointed or trying to calm himself down. It’s our warning that we are about to be punished. It’s how we know he is close,” she explains an almost wistful look on her face.

“Shit! Shit, shit!” Spark calls out his eyes darting from the windshield to the rearview mirror.

“What?” I turn in my seat.

“We got fucking stragglers.” Spark puts his foot down and the truck roars louder as we move faster down the dirt road.

“Mother fuck!” I reach into the glove compartment and pull out the gun that we have there. When I turn to look, sure enough there are two cars that are picking up speed behind us. “Dela, get down. Get back on the floor.”

“For what?” she asks softly. She just leans back against the seat.

“I don’t have time for this shit right now, get the fuck on the floor like I said!” I scream at her and reach into the back seat and grab her shirt, pushing her down toward the floor.

*POP, POP, POP*

“Oh shit! Are they fucking shooting at us?” Spark scrunches down slightly and swerves the car.

Bullets fly by the car, a few of them making contact with the body of the truck.

“Motherfuckers!” Spark swerves again.

I roll down my window and position myself so that only