Page 46 of Wrath
The hobo produced a black motorcycle helmet. Wyatt caught it with ease and handed it to Misha. When she did nothing but blink at it. He tugged it over her head.
After a furtive glance down the dark street, he picked up Misha and straddled her onto his vintage motorcycle. He climbed on behind her and motioned for her to rest her feet on the crash bars in front.
“Shouldn’t I be at the back?” She was trembling so much, her voice barely worked.
He tapped his chest and made a gun symbol.
Oh right. He was bullet proof—fucking hell, he was bulletproof!—and their pursuers might shoot them from behind.Oh, God. Hurrying, she did what he said. Wyatt started the engine. The beast roared to life. A quick turn of the throttle and they were off, hurtling through the alley like a bat out of hell.
On and on they drove, ducking and weaving through city side streets and alleys. She wasn’t sure how long they went, but after a while, her heartbeat slowed, and she became acutely aware that while her back leaned against the very warm and secure feeling of a strong man, her ass cheeks froze against the seat of the bike. She wore nothing under Wyatt’s sports coat but her thong, stickers, and a pearl necklace. God, if her father saw her—
Her heart squeezed painfully.Her family!
She tapped Wyatt frantically. “Stop. Stop!”
He steered the bike down a street lined with retail stores. Apart from a few homeless people, it was deserted. The second they came to a halt, she was off, tugging her helmet free.
“We have to go home. He’ll kill them!”
Wyatt took his cell from his pocket and fired off a text message. Almost immediately, it buzzed back, and Misha had never seen him look so relieved in the time she’d known him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but he held up his finger and typed again.
Misha paced the pavement.Just focus on your breathing. In. Out.
Wyatt motioned her over as his phone began to vibrate. Someone was calling. He held the phone to her and shook it with intention.
“You want me to answer it?”
His jaw clenched, but he nodded.
“Okay.” She hit the answer button. “Hello?”
“Misha!” Lilo’s panicked voice came through. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think so.” But her voice trembled with confusion. Why was Lilo calling her? Why would Wyatt call her for help?
“Thank goodness,” Lilo gushed. “Wyatt said you’d been shot at? First the fire, now this? Why didn’t you tell me about the danger you were in?” The phone muffled as though she covered the handset, and Misha could hear insistent voices in the background. When she came back on, Lilo sounded calm and in control. “Okay. Sorry. You’ve been through a lot. I’ll keep calm. Griff said to tell you he’s arranging for your family to take a surprise vacation. Somewhere not too far away. Evan’s on his way now to pick them up and take them there. Parker and Liza are going to investigate the club.”
Misha’s legs collapsed underneath her, and she had to lean on the motorbike for support. Her head felt too heavy for her head. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank us, it’s all on Wyatt. If he didn’t text, we wouldn’t know.”
She gulped. “Yeah, I get it. I should have confided in you. I don’t normally keep secrets from you.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been keeping a doozy from you.”
Misha’s gaze shot to where Wyatt watched her intensely, arms folded. An overwhelming sense of helplessness came over her. What the hell was going on?
“Lilo?” she asked, voice small.
“Yeah, girl?”
“What is he?”
“Um.” Lilo’s voice softened. “I think I’d better let him explain that.”
“You won’t tell me?”
