Page 200 of Ride the Sky

“Wyatt,” I croak. My voice is hoarse and raw. “Wyatt, wake up. Please wake the fuck up.”

Silence. Then I watch as Wyatt lifts his head. His deep, throaty groan has my eyes closing in relief.

He’s alive. Thank god he’s alive.

“What the fuck?” he rasps, pushing himself into a sitting position. There’s the rattle of chains, and I see he’s restrained in the same way I am. He shakes them with a growl. Then his entire body tenses, as if he’s remembering the events of last night.

Breathing hard, he twists around. His eyes flare in relief when he sees me. “Fallon. Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Tears well in my eyes, but I force myself to keep it together. If he knows how I feel, he’ll lose it. “I’m okay. How’s your head?”

He rubs his brow, wincing. “You know, I’d say it feels a little worse than the time we both busted our faces at the NFR.”

I laugh. “Yeah.”

He scans our surroundings. My stomach drops as his face clouds with panic. “Where the hell are we?”

“I don’t know.” I swallow. “It’s Tripp.”

“Figured that out pretty fuckin’ fast.” He looks around our prison. His jaw drops. “These are the animal pens that were stolen from Zeke’s Hardware.”

Wyatt stands, wobbly, and takes two steps toward me before he’s violently yanked to a stop. His face darkens, rage there. The chains drag as he slams his cuffs against the steel of the box we’re in. “Motherfucker,” he bellows, his voice echoing around us. “You piece of shit motherfucker!”

I laugh bitterly. “Can you believe this? Second time in my life I’m trapped by a fucking man.”

Whoever the hell my guardian angel is, I’d like a word.

“Fallon.” The rattle of chains, Wyatt’s deep voice, have me looking up.

Eyes holding tight to mine, he’s on his knees as close to me as he can get through the cage. Inches apart. He slides a hand across the cement floor. I do the same. Wishing I could reach him.

That’s when I’m hit with a horrific sight.

Wyatt’s wedding band is gone.

“He took your ring,” I whisper, and Wyatt’s face goes red with outrage.

Suddenly, I’m hit with clarity. With horror. Tripp wants me. Wyatt? He’s just collateral damage.

“He wants me,” I whisper. Vomit swirls in my stomach, and I have to clamp my mouth together not to gag. “Tripp. That’s why we’re here.”

Wyatt’s eyes are wide and horrified.

A frazzled breath pops out of me. I lean low and rest my brow on the floor, closing my eyes and forcing back emotion.

This can’t be fucking happening. Not again. Not this again.

Fear has me frozen. Petrified.

“I can’t do this,” I choke out.

“I know, baby.” Pain in his voice. We’re both thinking of Aiden. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

I do. The only sound the tremble of my breath.

Then the rattle of chains.

Wyatt’s on the move. I open my eyes and sit upright to find his serious blue eyes locked on me. “We’re gonna get out of this, you hear me? My brothers, they’ll be looking for us. Hell, they’ve probably already sounded the alarms.”

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