Page 72 of Wildest Dreams

“I want to kill every single one of them,” hot tears burn my cheeks as they cascade down, my jaw tight as I grind my back teeth.

“Don't you worry brother, they'll get what they deserve.”

“You promise?”

“I never break a promise,” he grunts. I raise my brows. “Fuck you,” he shakes his head.

“Can you grab Dixie for me?” He sighs and walks out the room and I am alone whilst I wait for Dixie to return.

My dreamcatcher.

Riggs steps back in, popping his head around the doorframe.

“She's gone.”

“What do you mean she's gone?”

“She's not here. Restrooms are empty, she ain’t in the waiting room... it's like she’s disappeared.”

I try to sit up and wince.

“I'll go find her.” He nods, whistling as he walks out the room and I see a handful of his cowboys following him down the hallway.

Don't leave me now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DIXIE

Ihave no idea why I ran to here, but I did.

Looking at the derelict house that sits on a large field, tucked alongside the creek, it was very picturesque when I was a child. Now, not so much. Nothing but harboured bad memories here.

I deserved so much more than the hand I was dealt. But I was never the ‘woe is me’ type.

My legs begin to move towards the wrap around porch, which has seen better days. Wood weathered, some beams broken, some missing completely, which cements the fact that my dad just up and left. I have no idea if he is still running Mules. But I would be shocked if he was.

Stepping cautiously onto the porch, I inhale deeply as I step back and look out at the view. The mountains stand tall and proud, the dusk settling in just over the snow tipped tops. Always loved this view. The sound of the creek trickling by, it was the same creek that ran through Rivera Ranch and The Oaks, but this is where the mouth of the creek was.

Our house felt like it was at the base of the mountains, even though it wasn't, you would think that if you saw how it sat.

It was such a beautiful plot.

Not so much anymore.

Moving forward, my hand reaches out as I push gently on the front door and my brows crinkle when it doesn't open. Not sure why I am shocked.

I turn and find myself sitting on the top step of the porch. I should go back home. And by home, I don't mean Rivera Ranch. I mean to Wyoming. I don't belong here. My past will eventually catch up with me, Lucian is no doubt still here, hopefully with a bullet through his skull, but if he is still alive and kicking, he will sniff me out. He won't leave without me in his grasps.

My chest aches.

Hate that I ran out on Tripp.

I just needed some fresh air.

Realising that I was still utterly in love with him suffocated me. Seeing him lying in that bed, pinned and caged... I couldn't breathe. I needed out, and truthfully, I don't think I can break my heart or his again. The thought of losing him is too much to even think about.

Dropping my head into my hands, I sigh. It had been such a long day.

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