Page 91 of Wildest Forever

“Don't see why not,” he winks at me then pushes from his seat, grabbing his coffee as he does. “Anyway, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I actually have work to do,” he rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner, and I flip him off.

“See you later?” he asks as he places his worn cowboy hat on his head then slips his aviators back on before tugging on the door.

“See you later,” lifting my chin, he steps out and closes the door behind him.

I sit for a moment and my eyes burn through the manilla envelope.

My blood burns as it flows through my veins and the rage consumes me.

I need out.

Pushing from my chair, I groan as my phone dances across my desk.

Marty's name is flashing up.

“Yeah,” I exhale into the speaker.

“We have a situation,” my head rolls back, and my fingers find their way to the back of my neck as I rub into the muscles, tension threatening at the base of my spine.

“When don't we have a situation,” I grit down the phone as I swipe my keys from the desk and I am already out the door before I even know where I am heading.

“Where are you?” I slam the door of the truck and start the engine.

“Other side of the mountains... entrance to the mines,” and my eyes widen.

“The fuck?” I hiss down the speaker as it connects to the car.

“Looks like someone has tried to get in again,” and I cut him off.

I'm in a blind rage as I boot it towards the ranch.

Punching the screen with my thumb over Riggs' name.

“Miss me already?”

“Meet me at the sweeping hollow entrance,” that's all I say before I cut the phone.

Tapping my finger on the steering wheel, I try and calm my mind.

It is racing at a thousand miles an hour and the closer I get to the mountains, the more I am getting myself worked up.

Glancing at the time, my thoughts momentarily move to Morgan, my heart slows to a steadier beat and my blood cools.

And that's when I realized that Morgan was my calm.

Slipping down the red dirt road that leads us to the back of the ranch, the house tiny in the distance and I feel my heart rate pick up again.

Slowing when I see Marty's truck, Austin is sat next to him on his horse and his eyes trail to mine.

Cutting the engine, I jump from the seat and my boots crunch across the gravelled floor as I walk towards where Marty stands, Austin jumping from his horse and letting his reins loose.

Austin has his hat on, hands on his hip and his eyes don't leave mine.

Marty is in his cowboy hat, dirty jeans and checkered shirt, but his eyes have drifted behind me when I hear the sound of tires approaching.

A smile lifts the corner of my lips and when I finally reach them and narrow my gaze, I see he has Tripp with him too.

He doesn't even cut the engine.

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