in the back of people’s windows?”
I frowned, finally realizing who this man was.
The old fucker from the campground bathrooms that had been present at the time that I was fucking the hell out of Wyett in public.
At the time, I hadn’t given a single shit that he could hear. I hadn’t given a shit about anything but what I was doing to Wyett.
Now, though, the little asshole was pissing me off, and I almost regretted my decisions.
And I say almost because I could never fully regret anything that Wyett and I did together.
“It’s a parking lot, moron,” I said as I turned my back on him once again.
What I said must’ve really pissed him off, because just as I got my eyes on the man that I was looking for—at least their truck anyway—that’s when I knew I should’ve never turned my back on him.
Because turning my back and dismissing him as harmless was the thing that bit me in the ass.
“Don’t turn your back on me, motherfucker!” the guy cried.
That’s when I felt it.
But just as soon as the pain arrived, it drifted away.
Lucky for me, and unlucky for the little pecker head, I didn’t have to lay on the dirty asphalt too long before help arrived.
Lynn appeared with Zach out of the shadows as if they were there from the beginning.
That’s about the time that I passed out.
CHAPTER 20
After all the stupid things I’ve done in my life, if I die because I touched my face I’m gonna be pissed.
- secret thoughts
WYETT
“Wyett?”
Six’s worried voice had me frowning.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, putting my textbook down to focus more fully on the call.
“I just got a call from Lynn,” she said. “Hunt was hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat, and they took him to the hospital. He’s in the ER…”
I was already heading out of the door.
But just as suddenly as I got to the door, there was a knock on it, and I froze, my hand reaching for the doorknob.
There was another knock as I still sat there, waiting.
“Wyett?” Six said into my ear, worry in her voice. “Why are you breathing like that?”
I swallowed hard and whispered, “There’s someone at my door.”
“It’s Sin,” she explained. “He came to pick you up.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and opened up the door, looking at Sin apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. I just kind of freaked out a bit when I heard you knock. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, and Hunt’s worry was coming to mind about that hit man.”
Sin offered me a wink. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I understand completely.”
Fingers shaking at the thought of Hunt being hurt, and me not being there to help him, I gestured toward the door. “Let’s go. I’m really ready to get there already.” I paused. “Do you know what happened?”
I mean, other than being hit with a baseball bat, that was.
“That jackoff who was at the campground, the asshole in the really ostentatious camper? He saw Hunt when he happened to literally run into your hit man at Chick-Fil-A,” Sin explained as he led me to a Harley. I started shaking my head immediately.
“No offense,” I said softly, “but I’m not riding on that bike with you. I kind of want my first motorcycle ride to be on the back of Hunt’s bike. Not yours. Can we please take my car?”
Sin immediately repocketed his keys and nodded his head. “Sure.”
Together we rode to the hospital, Sin driving my car while I shook like a leaf next to him. He explained what all had happened to Hunt, and then explained that they didn’t know much more than that.
When we arrived at the hospital, it was to find the waiting room full of Souls Chapel Revenants.
I smiled warmly at the lot of them, even Bruno.
He had his arms crossed across his chest as he glared across the room at a nurse.
Zach stood at the nurses’ station as he spoke quietly to a nurse.
When I arrived, Zach turned and regarded me as I walked up to him.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“When Hunt was hit in the head with that bat, he suffered a severe concussion. When he arrived, he was vomiting, his pupils weren’t reacting equally to light, and he wasn’t able to see clearly. They have him getting a CAT scan now, and they have him taking some heavy pain meds as well as a few other meds.” He recited them off one by one, and my stomach clenched.
“Does he