Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Where are they at?” Trav yells.
“I can’t see because of the fire.”
“That should hold them off until we lose them up here. We’re about to pass the canyon. It’s impossible to see in the dark. With any luck, if any of them do get around that mess, they’ll get stuck up here.” Trav takes a sharp left and then kills all the lights on the car.
“Didn’t you say it’s hard to see?”
“I know this place like the back of my hand. I could do this blindfolded.”
“Please don’t.”
Trav locks eyes with me in the rearview mirror, and I don’t have to be able to see his mouth to know he’s smiling from ear to ear.
He doesn’t slow down as he maneuvers the car around the unforgiving desert. Lights appear behind us, and when I turn, there’s another car coming for us.
“They got around the explosion,” I say.
The car is far away and headed for the canyon, but surely, they’ll see it before—They don’t see it.
One second the lights are getting smaller in my vision, and the next, they’re gone.
“Did they just drive off a fucking cliff into a canyon?”
“It’s a small canyon,” Trav says. “They’ll walk away. Maybe limping, but I’m sure they’re alive … probably.”
I lean back in my seat, the wind whipping at my face, and I laugh even though I don’t find any of this funny. “That makes me feel so much better.”
Trav slows to a stop but doesn’t kill the engine. He turns to face me. “Now that we’ve lost them, unclip and climb up front with me.”
“I dunno. I kinda like this being chauffeured around thing.”
All he has to do to get me to move is smile. I climb through in between the front seats, and my ass lands next to him.
“That was fun.” Trav grins over at me and takes off again.
I shake my head. “You goddamn adrenaline junkies.”
“Come on. You had fun too. Admit it.”
“Never.”
We’re jostled in our seats as we pick up speed, but Trav doesn’t slow down. If anything, he goes faster.
I’m thankful when we get to a boundary fence. Trav jumps out and opens a padlocked gate. When he comes back to the car and we hit the open road, the adrenaline begins to settle.
That’s when I realize … “Where are we going now?”
By the defeated look on his face, it’s obvious the Travis West doesn’t have the answer. That might be a first.
Chapter Fourteen
Trav
Once we’re out of immediate danger, I’m finally able to get my bearings and take control of the larger situation at hand.
Dylan looks unsure, staring at me intently. “You have no idea where to go, do you?”
“Not true.” Not entirely. “I have a couple of safe houses we could go to, but if someone found us at the ranch, it’s safe to say they could find us there too.”
Which brings me to the question of how those guys not only found us but bypassed my initial security system. There are sensors around the perimeter that are supposed to tell me when someone steps foot on my property. They must have taken them out because the only warning I got was an alert on my phone from heat signatures near the house. Then I saw the red dot aimed at Dylan’s chest, and it was all over.
This wasn’t some random drug-dealing kids doing a job for a higher power like Walker. They were professionals, talking about a bounty. Which can only mean one thing.
A price has been put on Dylan’s head, and fuck if I’m going to let anyone get close enough to kill him. Err, again. Starting now. Those guys back there got too close.
I hit the phone icon on my steering wheel to call Domino, but Atlas is the one who picks up.
“Hey, boss. Uh, we’re kinda dealing with a situation here.”
“Is it people breaking in to put a bullet in Dylan’s head? Because that’s what I’m dealing with.”
“Oh, shit. What do you need?”
“First things first. What’s going on there?”
“Perimeter was tripped a while ago. Domino and Saint are out there now, and we have Iris and Zeus coming back from searching for that Hale guy. Who they can’t find.”
“Mm, not really surprising considering he’s homeless and can’t be tracked through an electronic trail.”
Dylan looks at me, smug expression on his face, as if to say he knew they wouldn’t have been able to find him.
“Radio Domino and Saint and tell them to be careful out there,” I order.
Atlas does as I say while we listen in. “Now, what’s happening in the desert?”
“There’s a bounty on Dylan’s head, and it must be a big price. The guys who came to take him out weren’t a ragtag team of nobodies. They knew what they were doing. On a completely different and totally unrelated note, I’m going to need a cleanup crew out at the ranch ASAP. Things got a little … heated.”