Suddenly my view has changed to an image of Wyatt slumped back in the back seat, deflated, and resigned. His emerald green eyes flick towards me, widening as much as the swelling allows and sitting upright. The immediate surprise in his expression shifts to one of horror, signalling for me to go away with his hand. I shake my head slowly, not caring about anything else right now than being with the one I love in any circumstances.
My heart is going to explode if I don’t get the chance to tell him, and soul is going to shatter if he doesn’t say it back. Perelli leans forward next to him, his shrewd eyes pinning me as a target as he shouts orders to his driver. The sedan swerves into the side of us, testing our resolve and hoping we fall back but there’s no chance. After the horrors I’ve faced in Perelli’s dungeon, a little nudge isn’t going to scare me, and it seems the woman beside me feels the same. Sydney pushes back, our two vehicles grinding against each other on the single traffic intended tarmac. Grassy banks stretch either side of us with fenced fields of wheat further beyond, a scenic route our revving engines are ruining.
The sedan pulls aside before ramming back into us, the scrape of metal on metal piercing my ears. Wyatt is pressed against his window with fear imprinted in his beautiful eyes, mouthing for me to leave him. If it weren’t for the two panes of glass between us, I’d be able to reach out and cup his cheek while telling him that’s never going to happen. Instead, I lift my hand to rest over his, so close yet so far.
A deafening horn sounding from in front breaks the moment as a large truck is heading directly for us. The screams which instantly leave all of us add to the volume of noise, Sydney twisting the wheel sideways on instinct. The truck ploughs towards us, catching the back end of the Mini as we fail to get out of the way in time and sends us spiralling off the road. My stomach rolls in time with my head, the world around me spinning until I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m going to throw up and then die in my own vomit.
Crashing to a halt, I crack an eyelid to find we’ve luckily landed upright again, the vehicle rocking on the tyres before sagging to a halt. My heart is thrumming in time with my shuddering arms, my hands gripped tightly enough around my belt to make my knuckles turn white. I go to turn and shout ‘Ha! I told you so!’ to Avery when a figure appears at my window, making me scream instead. Garrett struggles to get the door open, tugging roughly on the handle before it flies outwards with a screech.
I remove my belt and bundle into his arms, just needing a hug while my bones continue to quake. Garrett bends to cradle my body in his arms and carries me a safe distance from the destroyed Mini. Once I’ve been placed on the grass, I watch him sprint back to assist Sydney until Avery catches my attention. Or to be more specific, Avery’s mouth devouring Dax’s. He grips her like she’s his lifeline, like the world will crack and swallow him whole if Avery isn’t anchoring him.
Garrett walks up to me, tossing the Mercedes keys over to a determined-looking Sydney by his side. “Ready to end this Megamoo?” he asks cockily, back to his usual self. I roll my eyes and accept his hand up, turning to the haphazardly parked Mercedes with black racing stripes lining the bonnet. Avery’s voice yells over for us to wait up as my hand lands on the handle, a sigh leaving my lips.
“This is my fight. Take your victory while you can,” I bob my eyebrows towards Dax and force a small smile that doesn’t portray any of the jealously I’m feeling. I hate to leave her behind, but the simple fact is her happily-ever-after has his arm around her shoulders and is inhaling the scent of her hair. If anyone deserves to benefit from the fucked-up situation Nixon’s mistake has landed us in, it’s her. It’s my turn to struggle and I can only hope I will be rewarded in the way she has.
Sydney throws a cell phone across the space dividing us, telling the pair to call a recovery truck but Avery’s eyes don’t leave mine. The tilt to her eyebrows and puppy dog eyes which normally work on me are begging me to stay, but there’s no way I can do that. Blowing her a kiss, I quickly jump into the back seat behind Garrett and close the door between us. Once again, I’ve fallen for the bad boy, so all that’s left to do now is to save his ass and never let him go again.
Wyatt
My heart spirals and crashes as I watch the red Mini do the same through the rear window. We speed away before I’m able to see the car fall still, unsure if my sweet Meg is safe, injured or worse. Until now I’ve been compliant, sitting calmly in the back seat like the good boy I’ve spent years perfecting. Good for nothing maybe. But I have been acutely aware any resistance from me could still fall back on the brunette that’s stolen my heart. Not even the sharp slap Ray delivered to me in the elevator was enough to make me push back. Ray thrives on power and control, but now uncertainty is pulling me in all directions.
She’d been right there. On the other side of the glass, her blue eyes declaring everything we hadn’t had time to share. What if we’d
