Page 176 of Wildest Forever

“Not quite,” I snap, reaching for my gun as Riggs snaps his shotgun up, aiming it towards the back of the truck before he pulls the trigger.

The bullet hits the back windscreen, shattering it which causes one of the trucks to veer off.

“Fire department are on their way,” Nate's voice fills my ears and my heart drums in my chest as I take one last look at our home as it glows. Pulling my eyes forward, my heart races a little quicker matching the sound of Chase's hooves beating the ground.

The truck pulls onto the bank and Riggs goes for that one but tells me and Tripp to keep going. Buck falls back with Riggs but Austin keeps up beside us.

Gun shots echo and I just pray that it was Riggs that pulled the trigger. I daren’t look back. I just silently pray that it wasn't one of ours.

We follow the other truck as it begins to slow at Crooked Creek.

Pulling the horses back, I hold my gun in place and so does Tripp and Austin.

I see the aubergine boots hit the sidestep before I see him and my stomach twists.

“Now, now, boys,” he says, holding his hands up and stepping towards us. I hold my gun up, pointing it at him when another three men step out and my blood runs cold. There should only be six on the ground. Six!?

Lucian, Wallen and Kelcie.

“The fuck,” and that has my attention slipping for just a moment as my eyes burn into them.

“Have you been keeping my sheriff badge warm Rivera?” Kelcie laughs and my skin crawls. I fucking hated him.

“Fuck off Kelcie.”

“Ooo big man now,” he rolls his eyes and then pulls a gun on me as I hold my gun on him.

“Drop it,” I order, and he just laughs, Clay's brother shaking his head.

“How long did you cry baby Rivera when daddy died?” and I ignore him knowing he is only doing it to get a rise from me and I will not bite today.

Dixie's dad laughs, sparking another fag and taking a long drag.

“How about you big boy?” His attention turns to Austin, “How much did you weep when we shot your girlfriend?” and Austin has a harder time controlling his temper.

Dixie's dad walks towards me slowly but bypasses me and goes for Tripp.

“And you,” his brows raise, “you're the one that took my daughter from Lucian,” he snarls, dropping his gaze from Tripp for a moment and rolling his cigarette between his fingers, the orange glow catching my attention. “But don't worry, cos whilst you're here, chasing us... they're all in the back of a van, gagged and bound with that diamond you stole.”

Tripp narrows his gaze.

But I am still stuck on what he said.

He is lying to you.

“Fuck you,” Tripp spits on him and then presses the gun into his chest.

“Do it,” her dad goads, hovering the cigarette dangerously close to his horse.

The sound of a gun being loaded has my eyes darting back to the three men, all three of their barrels are pointing on me.

The blood pumps around my body and I know if I move an inch, I’ll have bullets sunk beneath my skin.

“Light it up,” he shouts as two of the men drop their guns and move towards Aspen and Riggs’ home.

It’s now or never.

I needed to make a move or die trying.

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