Page 77 of Wild Bliss

Bella walked up beside him, her tongue lolling out of hermouth as she took her place at his side.

“How did you get out?” They hadn’t put her in her cratebecause they’d been far too busy taking Sabrina to the bedroom to deal withcoaxing Bella in. Then when they’d taken a break, Wyatt had fed her and thengotten pulled back into sex.

Naturally the dog said nothing, simply looked up at him andwagged her tail.

“Go back.” He said the words even though he knew damn wellshe wouldn’t obey him. No one obeyed him tonight.

He felt under his jacket where the small pistol lay againsthis 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, onebetter not miss.

The sound of at least two other engines told him tonightwasn’t going to be his night unless he wanted to die, too. Which he wouldconsider, but first he would give his brother a chance.

There was nothing to do but walk out and pray Bella didn’tget hurt. The alternative was to go back to the cabin, and Wayne wouldcertainly find the trail if he looked for it.

Wyatt stepped around the back of the bar, moving to thefront parking lot as the motorcycle headlights came into view. Funnels of lightthat 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 rabbitand would spend the next hour chasing it. The good news was she’d beendistracted, and he didn’t have to worry about her until it came time to headback to the cabin.

If he headed back to the cabin.

This might be the right time to disappear. Though it wasmade far more difficult by Sabrina’s actions. He didn’t even have his freakingwallet.

But he’d walked away with nothing before.

He held his hands up because he couldn’t be sure hisbrother’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 offhis bike, the others followed suit, and they were left with only the moonlightto illuminate the night around them. He wasn’t sure what phase the moon was inbut it was still bright and shining, and it would be dawn soon. Wyatt staredacross the parking lot. Wayne had brought three men with him, though hecouldn’t see their faces. Yet. He knew his brother’s build. Even in shadow hecould pick Wayne out. He’d always been the monster in Wyatt’s life, the shadowturning everything dark.

“You want to explain yourself, brother?” Wayne didn’t carefor pleasantries.

Probably because there wasn’t anything at all pleasant abouthim. “Your men came in and got handsy with some of the women in the bar. Thisisn’t Horde territory.”

Wayne whistled, and his head dropped forward. “Let me guesshow it went. You decided some chick who’s probably got a triple digit bodycount was actually the Virgin Mother and you did that crazy killer thing youdo. Anyone dead?”

He wondered how Wayne didn’t know. “No one called you?”

“No,” Wayne shot back, moving in closer. He pulled leathergloves off his hands, and Wyatt could see his brother was now sporting alongish gray beard. He looked more and more like their father every day. “Whichis 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 Hordeterritory, so the law around here did its job. They’re being held overnight intown. You’ll probably be able to bail them out in the morning.”

Wayne seemed to consider the scenario. “Someone bail youout?”

Wyatt had to admit it surprised him as well. He’d expectedthe sheriff to act like he was an animal and take him in. He was surprised noone had to fight him to make him stop. All Sabrina had to do was be there toget him to calm down. “Didn’t have to. The sheriff took my word about whathappened.”

Wayne adjusted the cap on his head. “You mean the sherifftook Sawyer’s word. You don’t talk much after you lose it. Now if I remembercorrectly, the town down there belongs to Sheriff Wright. Nathan Wright. FormerDEA agent Wright. Why would Wright take your word for anything? Or Sawyer’s.”

“I haven’t been in trouble since I got here. Neither hasSawyer. And we weren’t the only witnesses,” Wyatt explained. “You should knowZane Hollister’s here, too. This town is full of ex-law enforcement.”

In the moonlight, he saw a brow rise over his brother’s darkeyes. “You think that’ll save you? You think they’ll help you out once theyknow who you really are?”

His gut clenched but he didn’t back down. He knew what hisbrother was talking about, what was always hanging over his head. “I think ifthey figure out who I am, they’ll definitely find a way to come after you.”

“For that particular crime? Well, I had nothing to do withit, but you sure did.” Wayne nodded toward the bar. “You going to invite me in?Have you lost all your manners?”

“You never taught me manners, and no, you can’t come in.We’re closed for the night. I’m not here to drink with you and pretend this issome kind of family reunion. I’m here to give you the account codes so we canbe done. If your men hadn’t been such sexually molesting assholes, this thingwould be over and you would have your money and wouldn’t have to spend some ofit on bailing them out.”

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