Page 98 of Fighting Temptation (Men of Honor 1)
“No problem Julia. You have my cell number, right? If you need anything today make sure you call. Otherwise if that dick-head isn’t back when you get home, we will be.”
I smile and nod, “Ya I have it.”
Next I walk over to Cade, giving him a hug too. He surprises me when he pulls me close, and gives me a real hug, not one of his usual uncomfortable ones.
When we break apart I look at them both, “Will you guys try finding him today? Just check in and make sure he’s alright?”
Cade nods, “Ya we will.”
“Thanks,” I whisper weakly, then I walk out the door with Kayla close behind.
The car ride is filled with silence and sadness. We turn on I-90 heading towards Charleston; the highway is completely deserted.
“Is it me, or does it feel like we’re the only ones alive on this planet right now?” I joke trying to lighten the mood.
Kayla chuckles, “It’s Sunday, everyone’s at church. I have to say though, it’s nice driving with no other traffic.”
It is nice- the sun is shining and we have Kayla’s sun roof open. The heat beaming down on us, with a mixture of fresh air filling the car, brings a little peace to my aching heart.
“Well damn, looks like we spoke too soon,” Kayla says breaking me from my thoughts.
I look behind me to see a silver truck coming up behind us. Turning back around I rest my head against the window and stare out sadly.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay Julia?
“Ya I…” my words die abruptly and I gasp when my head jerks forward.
“What the fuck?” Kayla says panicked, gripping the steering wheel, “What the hell is he doing?”
I turn around and realize the silver truck just rear ended us and he’s not easing up, he’s staying right on our ass. Kayla pulls in the other lane and he follows tailing close behind us.
“Oh my god, what is his problem?” I ask shakily.
Kayla speeds up and so does he. My stomach sinks with dread and I realize we are in serious trouble. Kayla glances in the rear view mirror, “Do you recognize him? Can you see him? I can’t tell.”
I shake my head, “No, I think he’s wearing a hat and sunglasses. I don’t recognize the truck either.”
Suddenly the truck pulls up along Kayla’s side and the driver turns the wheel sharply, side-swiping us. We both scream, “Holy fuck he’s trying to run us off the road! Julia grab my cell and call 911. Hurry!”
I reach into the console where Kayla’s phone is plugged into the charger. My shaking fingers barely able to dial the three numbers that I need.
The asshole rams us again as I’m dialing.
“Son of a bitch,” Kayla yells in fury, stepping on the gas.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Please help us! My friend and I are on I-90 heading west to Charleston, there is a silver truck trying to run us off the road.”
“Okay ma’am just stay calm and…”
That was the last I heard before he hit us again, this time causing the car to spin out of control. Everything happened in slow motion, our screams fill the air, sounding distant even to my own ears. The car flies off into the ditch, rolling several times. Glass shatters and reins all around us, nicking the delicate skin on my face.
The baby.
The quick thought has me throwing my arms around my mid-section, hoping to offer some protection. My seat belt cuts into my hips, painfully restraining me in my seat. Finally the car stops rolling and we land upright in the ditch.
I sit stunned for a minute trying to absorb what just happened. Looking over at Kayla I see her slumped forward on the steering wheel, blood dripping down her forehead.
That snaps me out of my shock, “Oh my god, Kayla? Oh god.” I start sobbing, “Kayla, wake up,” I shake her shoulder then remember I shouldn’t touch her. With trembling hands I undo my seat belt and look for her phone. Realizing I still have my purse around my shoulder I start digging through it trying to find my own when my door flies open startling me.
I look over with a yelp to see Wyatt. “Wyatt!?” Looking around I quickly realize it was him in the silver truck. “What the hell are you doing!?” I scream sobbing, “are you fucking crazy?”
He doesn’t answer, his rough hands grab me and start pulling me out of the car, “No! Let go of me!” I scream at the top of my lungs and start hitting him. I hit the ground and distantly register pain but I’m too hyped with fear and adrenaline to fully feel it.
Grabbing me by my hair he starts dragging me towards his truck. “Ow! Stop it! Get off me you son of a bitch!” I kick and fight feeling my hair being ripped from my scalp. “Kayla! Kayla, wake up!” I scream her name willing her to wake up, terrified she’s never going to.
Wyatt twists our positions so he’s standing over top of me, still holding hand fulls of my hair. He whips his sun glasses off, his eye full of rage. His craze-filled expression has me whimpering in fear.
Finally he speaks for the first time, “Shut the fuck up you dirty whore!” He raises his fist, smashing it into my face, then everything goes black.
A few hours later I’m pulling into the gym. I got a text from Sawyer an hour after leaving Anna’s telling me to meet him here. I told him I wanted to see Julia first but he reminded me that she and Kayla were gone dress shopping today.
Cade, Sawyer and Cooper are all standing by the ring looking pissed when I walk in. Well fuck, I can tell already this is going to get messy. Shaking my head I start towards them. As soon as Sawyer spots me he starts over, meeting me halfway. His posture is relaxed and easy but his eyes are blazing fury.
Before I can fully register his anger he catches me off guard, throwing a left hook to the side of my jaw. My head snaps back and I fall on my ass, not expecting the blow.
