Page 20 of Sin With Me
“I smell beer on you, so yes.”
“Someone spilled on me!” I quickly defend, but it’s no use. He’s already yanking the door handle.
“Dude, it’s true. I saw it happen!” Wilder jumps out of his side, rounds the front, and makes the situation even worse.
“Get back in the truck!” Wesley orders, reaching for the taser on his belt.
“I’m not armed. Calm the fuck down. But don’t harass her because you have beef with me.”
Well, that’s news to me.
Although I shouldn’t be too surprised.
Wilder has beef with a lot of people.
“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with you unless you disobey. Get back in and let me do my job,” Wesley demands.
“She was drivin’ me home because I’m the one who was drinkin’, not her.”
“Don’t make me arrest you for disorderly conduct.”
“Oh, fuck off. You’re just pissed because Sheriff Wagner called me a town hero. And I don’t even wear a badge,” he says smugly, crossing his arms.
I swallow hard at Wilder’s taunting words that are sure to get him into even more trouble. The man was born without a filter.
Ten months ago, the same day my dad was found unresponsive, two men kidnapped Harlow. I called her at work and told her to get to the hospital as soon as she could. When she never showed up, I called Waylon. He drove to her work, but her manager claimed she’d left an hour ago. That’s when I calledher friend who obsessively tracked her location to check where she was.
Waylon and Wilder drove out to where it said she was—a ranch ten minutes out of town. One guy was guarding the barn doors with a paintball gun, so Wilder shot him in the shoulder to take him down. Waylon was able to go in to look for Harlow and then found her unconscious.
Sheriff Wagner declared them heroes for saving Harlow and discovering the kidnappers were two of the men from the robbery that forever changed our lives.
Three men broke into my parents’ house that day and two had escaped.
My father shot the one who assaulted and put Harlow in the hospital, but even after his recovery and getting sentenced, he never disclosed his accomplices.
Thanks to the twins, the two idiots got to reunite with their friend behind bars.
“Wilder, stop it!” I shout at him for the third time tonight. “I’m fine. Get back in the truck.”
“Yeah, Wilder,” Wesley taunts. “Listen to your whore of the night and get your ass back?—”
Wilder’s fist cut off Wesley’s words.
“Oh my God!” I squeal, jumping out of the way.
Wesley falls to the ground before he can defend himself, and I kneel beside him to make sure he’s still breathing.
“He’s out cold!” There’s a pulse, but he’s knocked out. “What the fuck were you thinkin’?”
Wilder shakes out his arm, eyes wide in disbelief that I’m pissed at him. “He called you a whore!”
“You assaulted an officer! You’re gonna go to jail.”
“Nah, Sheriff Wagner loves me. I’m a hero, remember?”
“You’re delusional is what you are.” I grab my phone from my truck and dial 911.
“What’re you doin’?”
