Page 54 of Wilder Love
What have I done?
Life could change in the blink of an eye. It only took me five minutes to ruin mine.
22
Remy
Iflung open the apartment door and grabbed Dylan’s keys from the coffee table. “What the fuck?” he yelled.
I sprinted back down the stairs. There was no time to explain.
The engine turned over but then it spluttered and died. I gave it some gas, turned the key in the ignition and tried again. “Come on, come on, come on.”
Dylan yanked open the door. “Move over.”
“It won’t start.”
“Move over,” he said again. “You’ll flood the engine.”
Accepting defeat, I slid along the bench seat. Whatever Dylan did, the engine started. “Where are we going?”
“Tristan Hart’s house. It’s—”
“I know where it is.”
I didn’t ask how he knew. Maybe he cleaned their pool.
“You planning to tell me what happened? Since I’m the only one in the dark here.”
“Can’t you drive any faster?” It should be a ten-minute drive but at this rate, it would take half an hour.
If anything, he slowed down. “What exactly are we going to do when we get to Tristan Hart’s house?”
“Youare not going to do anything. I need to stop Shane. He can’t lose his sponsorship. Oh God, what if Shane beats him up?”
Not that Shane was violent. Maybe he’d just talk. Not that that was much better. What if John Hart was there and overheard? Or what if Shane confessed everything?
“Did he do something to deserve it?”
“He can’t beat up Tristan. Shane is the poster boy for HartCore. He signed a contract.”
“Fuck the contract.” That was the second time I’d heard that tonight. “What did Tristan do?”
I sighed loudly. Everything I’d wanted to avoid had happened anyway. Everything I’d done, thinking I was somehow helping Shane, really had been for nothing.
Dylan pulled over and cut the engine. We were parked in a neighborhood that was miles from where we needed to be. “What are you doing? We need to get over there.Now.”
“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Seriously? You never told me about Sienna. You never told me a damn thing. You disappeared every night for the past few months. I never saw you.”
“I’m here now.” He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was happy to sit here all night long, in no rush to get anywhere. “Start talking.”
“Not until you start driving.”
“I drive, you talk.”
I looked around and cursed my shitty sense of direction. I wasn’t even sure where we were. Dylan was too stubborn to give an inch and I knew he wouldn’t go anywhere until I agreed. “Fine. Just go.”
