Page 156 of Wildest Forever

I close out of the email and reach for the trash can next to my desk and before I can try and stop it, I throw the contents of my stomach up.

Once I have calmed myself down, my trembling hand reaches for my phone and I dial Riggs’ number.

“Yeah,” he sighs down the phone.

“I need you at the office, just been sent something,” I swallow down the thickness that coats my throat as I cut the phone off and toss it to the side.

Riggs is storming through the door ten minutes later. All it took was one look and he knew just how bad this must be.

“Show me,” he walks around the back of my desk, placing his hand on the surface and leans down so his eyes are level with the screen.

I inhale heavily and my shaky hands move the cursor back over the video link but this time, I don't look. I can't go through that again.

“Well fuck...” Riggs stands slowly and casts his eyes to the floor and I know he has seen my sick filled trash can. His eyes burn into the side of my head. “You good?” and I nod, closing my eyes for a second.

“It was just a lot,” I admit, and I feel Riggs' hand on my shoulder as he gives it a gentle squeeze.

“I know,” Riggs' voice is low and I find myself looking up to my big brother for just a moment. “We've got that asshole now though,” he turns to look at the cell. “Weasel,” he hisses, and I scoff a laugh.

“Weasel?”

“First thing I could think of,” he smirks, looking down at me.

I sigh.

“Shall we?” I glance over at the door that leads you to where Luke is.

“Yes,” Riggs gives me one last squeeze on my shoulder before he steps back and waits for me to join him.

“No point in questioning him now, right?” I ask and I see the wicked glint in his eye.

“Nope, get that video over to the judge, we need to move in before they do. Only problem is we have no idea when they're planning to storm the ranch.”

I sigh.

“It won't be long, I need to get the suits business card from Buck, give those cunts a call,” I shake my head.

“One step at a time baby bro, come,” he nods as he pushes the code into the lock and the door clicks.“And honestly,” he says with a heavy sigh, “I think the call will be pointless.”

I know he is right, my chest heavy.

I follow him down to the cell and see Luke sitting there looking a little worse for wear, half asleep, head hanging.

“Wakey wakey,” Riggs' loud, deep voice booms around the cell block, echoing from the walls and his hands bang against the window which causes Luke to jump, eyes bloodshot and wide.

“Fuck you,” Luke growls, pushing to his feet and walking up towards the window.

“The gigs up my friend,” I say with venom lacing my tone, my upper lip curling.

“How's that?” Luke's eyes bounce between mine and Riggs.

“We knoweverything.”

He blinks a couple of times and then laughs.

“Bullshit.”

“That's the difference with our small town and where you have lived in la la land,” Riggs licks his lip, fisting his hands into his pockets. “We're respected around here, people know who we are, people know how our family have been wronged...” he pauses and scoffs a laugh, “but you? No one knows who you are here, no one respects you and they certainly didn't from whatI hear from people back in LA.” Luke's smile slips for just a second. “That's the problem Luke, you wanted to be somebody, wanted to make a name for yourself...” Riggs swings his head slowly to look at me.

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