Page 70 of Deceiver

“I’m following Western. I think he’s going to do something stupid, and I want to make sure he doesn’t.”

Luna frowns. “You’re not risking your life, are you?”

I shake my head, putting my hands up. “No, gosh no. I promise.”

She squints, as if she’s trying to see if I’m telling the truth or not.

“I promise, Luna,” I say again, reaching for her and squeezing her arm.

“Okay, I trust you. So, you want me to entertain gorgeous out there so you can sneak out? You know I’m kind of seeing Remy now, so you’re making it hard on me.”

I laugh. “Just for like ten minutes, we’ll invite him in for some pizza and I’ll make up some story that I have a headache. I’ll sneak out the back and borrow your car. Then you can let him go back out to his. Remy will never know, I swear.”

“Is that why you wanted me to park down the road, so it would look like I walked here, and he wouldn’t notice my car missing?”

I give her a sheepish smile.

She grins. “You’re a genius, I’ll give you that.”

“And you’re amazing, I owe you one for this.”

“Just promise me you’re not doing something stupid?”

I give her the best smile I can muster up. “I promise.”

I hate lying.

I truly do.

But today, it’s absolutely necessary to.

I hope she’ll forgive me.

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GETTING OUT OF THEhouse was easier than I had anticipated. Mex came in without too much convincing because he was hungry. I sat with them for about half an hour, having pizza, and then I told Luna that I was going to have an early one because I really wasn’t feeling well. She went along with the plan perfectly, chatting to Mex so he couldn’t even question it.

The moment I disappear down the hall to my room, I get changed, get all my things, and sneak out the back door.

Mex has no idea.

Once I make it to Luna’s car, the escape is quick from there.

The issue I run into is when I get closer to the clubhouse, because I don’t know which area to park. I don’t want to be at the wrong end when Western takes off. If he goes in the opposite direction, I might not be able to catch him. Instead, I find an old driveway which I think goes to the house Myla was telling me about, and I reverse in. I can see the clubhouse, but only just. I wind down my window and then I wait and listen.

I wait for what could potentially be hours, and long past the time Western said, because I find myself being startled awake by the sound of a motorcycle revving. I jerk forward, shocked that I allowed myself to doze off. Rubbing my eyes, I frantically turn the car on and then inch forward just enough to see Western’s bike leaving the clubhouse along with one of the guys trucks. They turn in the opposite direction towards town, and luckily for me, I manage to pull out and get close enough to them to be able to see where they’re going.

With my heart racing, I follow them through town and then out to the other side.

I’m praying they don’t notice me following them. I hang back far enough that I’m certain they can’t see my face.

We drive for about half an hour, and it’s hard to see exactly where we’re going because it’s dark out. I haven’t spent a great deal of time driving out of this side of town, so I’m not certain of the route they’re taking. I keep following until they turn down an old dirt road. I know if I follow them down, they’re going to get suspicious. Heart racing, I must make a choice. I can only pray that whatever is at the end of that road is their destination, or I’ll risk losing them. As they turn, I keep driving.

I don’t go far, just down enough to eliminate suspicion.

As soon as they disappear, I turn the car around and then slowly creep down the dirt road. With every passing minute, my stomach twists. I don’t know what I’m going to run into, I don’t even know if I’m about to lose them, but I do know that I am not looking forward to this confrontation. I don’t want to do it, everything inside me is screaming to turn around because the pain is going to take a long time to get over, but I know I can’t do that.

I have to find out the truth.

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