Page 25 of Wreckage of Us
“You’re going to move in with Becca,” Ma announces. “It’s for her own good.”
That’s actually not a bad idea, I concede to myself. How else am I going to make sure that both she and the baby are safe?
“What about Ethan?”
“From the intelligence we have so far,” Devereaux informs us, “it’s just him, and he is focused on hurting Dylan.”
“Of course,” I spread my arms wide as of to show them something. If my father survived the clubhouse explosion, I’m sure his connections were able to lead him to me somehow, possibly Devereaux as well. And now he would want to take me out just out of spite if nothing else.
“We need Ethan in a safe place,” I start panicking.
“Wyatt and his family are going back tonight,” Devereaux informs me. “They’ll be safe back in Illinois. I’ll have eyes on them there.”
“I got it under control, Jon,” Wyatt’s voice is firm. “Not a hair off my wife’s or kids’ hair will be touched.”
The lump in the back of my throat is almost chocking me out at hearing Wyatt claiming my son as one of his kids.
“He’s still yours, dude,” Wy tells me as if he understands my inner turmoil. “But you know what I mean.”
I’m about to assure him that yes, I do know what he means, when the little boy in question bursts into the room.
“I’m so sorry,” Alison’s voice calls from behind him. “He needs to use the potty,” she explains. “And there’s someone here looking for Dylan,” her eyes search mine.
“Who?” I lift my eyebrows in surprise. I can’t fathom who the fuck would be looking for me here. Unless that person is Becca…
“He says his name is Colton?” Alison sounds unsure of herself.
“Fuck,” I mutter and rush outside. A sweep across the yard confirms the fact that Becca’s little brother is indeed here. He is currently standing in the corner of the yard chatting with Puck. They both spot me at the same time, and Colton heads my way, his sheer size looking commanding in spite of his young age.
“Colton…” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Dude,” he sounds out of breath. “I owe you a punch in the face for the state my sister is in,” he points a threatening finger at me. “But I don’t have time for that. I think she needs help.”
“What the fuck is going on?” I cut straight to the chase. “And how did you find me here?”
“I called Emily,” he explains, a blush taking over his cheeks. “She gave me Puck’s number, and he told me where to find you.”
“Good deal,” I lift my chin at him, watching him with apprehension. Something is wrong. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Becca’s been getting some weird messages on Instagram,” he starts, and my heart drops in my stomach.
“When did it start?” I question him, the tone of my voice cold and unforgiving. How did we miss that fucker escaping the explosion?
“I think maybe a couple of weeks ago?” Colton looks at me, agitation clear on his face.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I bark at him right before grabbing him by the arm and leading him not so gently inside the house where Ma is with Wyatt and Devereaux.
“I don’t know for sure, man,” he shrugs from my hold. I don’t fight him since he could take me down anyway. Kid is massive.
“He says Becca has been getting weird messages,” I point at him and explain to our new audience.
“Oh my god,” Ma gasps.
“I need to talk to Alison,” Wyatt mutters to no one in particular and takes off.
“Mr. Garner,” Devereaux takes the lead.
“Hey, Mr. Stewart,” Colton gives him an awkward wave, then looks at me nervously.
