Page 12 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

“Get in the fucking truck and stop fighting me,” Grey practically growls.

“Maybe instead of worrying about my shit with Mason and Bennett, you should be worried about your shit with Emerson,” I practically spit the words and I see in his eyes that taunting him didn’t deter him in the way I thought it would. I only succeeded in making him rage even harder than he already was. He picks me up and is fully prepared to toss me into the truck, and he only halts his movements when the driver’s side window shatters.

“Grey Bishop, you let her go right now!” I hear Emerson’s voice, but all I see when I twist to look behind me is the top of her blonde hair and the end of the baseball bat she used to shatter the window.

“What the fuck!” Grey tosses me into the truck and says, “Don’t fucking cut yourself,” before slamming the door. I hear him say to himself, “My little fucking nightmare,” as he storms around the front of the truck. Emerson might be tiny, but she’s quick. She drops the bat, swings the door open and climbs up in the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind her and pressing the lock down.

“Are you okay? He’s going to drop you off in the woods and—” Emerson starts to tell me, but Grey reaches through the broken window and unlocks the door. “Ouch, motherfucker.” She turns back to swat at him, but he’s shoving her across the seat, and I know she has to have cut herself on the broken glass. I think he’s going to shove her to sit on my side of the truck, but instead he pulls her to sit on his lap so her legs are stretched out toward me. I can see the blood on her hands and I’m sure it’s sliced through her leggings too. I could unlock my door and run for it, but this is Ravens’ country, they’d find me in under an hour tops, no one would risk hiding me. I’ve accepted my fate. Maybe he’s really going to try to teach me a lesson and take me down the mountain. He thinks I won’t survive, but I’ll prove him wrong.

Grey grips Emerson’s heart-shaped face by her jaw and forces her to look up at him. She grins and I don’t move to intervene because he won’t hurt her. “Spying on me?” he grits out.

“You were being shady, and I wanted to know what you guys were up to. Let Tessa go.” Emerson peels his fingers off of her face one at a time and it isn’t lost on me how she shifts on his lap. It’s only then that Grey moves his fingers to her hip, forcing her to hold still.

“You need to remember who calls the shots around here,” Grey tells her, and she rolls her eyes, letting out a breath that causes her wispy bangs to flutter across her forehead.

“I know, I know. You’re a fucking legend.” She leans back against him, laughing, her whole body moving.

Grey shifts in his seat, moving his hand up to lift his hat off his brown locks and then replaces it before shifting the truck into gear.

“At least let me have my own seat. I’ve experienced your driving, and I don’t really want to be your own personal airbag,” Emerson demands.

“Like I’m going to give your psychotic ass the chance to tuck and roll out of the truck while I’m doing eighty. I am your seat, get used to it,” he grumbles as he tears out onto a gravel road. He’s definitely not taking me down the mountain. I glance at the door handle because I’m starting to wonder if taking rocks to the face might be better than whatever he has in store for me.

“Don’t worry, Tess. I’ll tell Rhett as soon as I get home and he’ll have their asses in a sling,” Emerson tells me sweetly, but she pouts when Grey chuckles.

“You think the old man doesn’t know what we’re doing?” Grey asks, and I watch the way his eyes move along her profile instead of the road. He might hate Emerson, but he sure does like looking at her. His attention is back on the road just in time to turn down a dirt lane that is heavily treed. My stomach knots because I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this.

“Don’t leave her here,” Emerson says much more softly this time, and then her eyes drop to her hand. I follow suit and realize that she’s bleeding a lot more than what I thought before.

Grey must have realized that her hands are cut up because he slams on the brakes and sends me flying into the glove compartment of the dash. “Jesus. Fucking hell, Emerson.” He rips the truck in park and shifts, ripping the sleeve off of his flannel and wrapping it around her bloody hand.

“I’m fine,” she says, but the way she’s melting into him tells me maybe she’s feeling lightheaded, because the Emerson I know would still be poking him, hoping to make him explode.

“Get the fuck out,” he says to me before he cups her jaw and tells her, “Look at me.” He must not like what he sees in her eyes because he snaps his attention over to me and barks out, “Out now, or I’ll rip you out.”

“Leave her alone, Grey,” Emerson murmurs, resting her head against his chest which he clearly finds concerning because the way he looks at me tells me he’ll have no problem slitting my throat if I don’t comply.

I hop out of the truck, and I barely have the door shut before he’s got it in drive.

“You fucking asshole!” I scream as I watch the back end of Remington’s truck sway as it tears across the grass. I really fucking hate my cousin right now. I’m not stupid, he took a blood oath to protect me. He’ll get his ass kicked by the older Ravens if he puts me in a situation where I get hurt, but his head is so far up Emerson’s ass that I’m not sure he’s remembering that there are other dangers in Hollow Hill besides the Ravens. My stomach seems to twist into a knot when I think of Daniel and how Mason and Bennett saved me just in time. What if something like that happens tonight? And they’re not here to intervene? I’m not sure if Grey is just trying to scare me into calling Mason and Bennett for help so we’ll get over ourselves and work things out, but he drove off with my bag still in the driveway so I couldn’t, even if I get desperate enough to call them. I wrap my arms around myself as the wind rips through the line of trees I’m facing. I need to stay calm and figure out how to get back to the main road. If it’s one thing that the Ravens have taught me, it’s that panicking will only make things worse. I turn slowly in a circle, trying to determine which direction is my best option, but my whole body jerks when I hear a male voice. It’s close enough to fill my entire body with dread, but far enough away that I can’t place if it’s one of the Ravens fucking with me, or if I’m in serious danger.

“Literally fuck you, Grey. I hope your dick shrivels up and falls off before you get the chance to fuck Emerson. If I die, I’m haunting your ass,” I breathe out the words softly to myself, trying to let my anger fuel me as I take off running away from where I think the voice was coming from.

All I can do is pray it’s the Ravens stalking me in the dead of night through the wilderness, because at this point, that’s my best option.

Chapter 7

Bennett

I’m so fucking angry at Tessa. We can avoid all of this bullshit if she just would choose. Choose me. But no, she wants us both and I love my brother, but I’ve shared everything my entire life with him, and I want something for my own.

Now the little redheaded bitch of my dreams has both of us out here in the woods of the mountain, getting ready to scare her ass into compliance.

Grey won’t settle for anything less, and we follow along as usual.

There’s not a lot I disagree with Grey on and yet again, this is something where we see eye-to-eye.

No one leaves the mountain.

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