Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,126

his back to take his gun out of the back of his pants, I shake my head and slam my elbow back into Carver’s stomach. His hold eases just enough for me to break free and I rush forward, gripping Knox tight.

“What did you do?” I spit, trying to keep my voice low as I hear the soft crunch of the twigs and branches breaking under the cop’s feet, getting closer and closer.

“Move, Winter,” Cruz hisses and sure enough as I look back over my shoulder, there’s a gun pointed right at my head. “We don’t have time. We need to end him and get the fuck out of here.”

I clench my jaw, the clock ticking all too quickly. My heart breaks as I look at him. “I’m sorry. I have to know. I … I can’t.”

Cruz groans and I see the agony written across his face as I look back at Knox. “Speak.”

“Hello? Ravenwood Heights Police Department. Is anyone out here?”

Fuck.

I push into Knox as the boys grow fidgety around me. “Now,” I growl, the word coming out so low that it hurts the back of my throat.

Knox just grins. “Was Sara good?”

The fuck? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She fucked you, didn’t she?” he says. “Did you like it? Did you like her fingers inside your body? Her tongue on your dirty little cunt? I bet you did.”

The branches break and the leaves rustle as bodies push through the bushes, searching for us. “Winter. NOW. We have to go.”

My jaw clenches, ignoring the boys. “Explain yourself.”

“Who do you think supplied her the drugs to fuck you up? She got you good, didn’t she?” Knox winks, and as the words get caught in my throat, he roars loudly, shoving me hard and making me stumble back into Cruz. Knox darts around the back of the tree and takes off at a sprint. “HELP. THEY’RE GOING TO KILL ME.”

“Fuck.” Carver darts toward me and grips my arm and before I even know what’s going on, we’re tearing through the bushes at speeds my feet can’t even begin to keep up with.

“NO,” I demand, pulling back on Carver’s tight grip as the boys come up behind us, Cruz struggling with the pain that rocks through his body. “He’s getting away. We have to go back.”

Grayson pulls up on my other side, shoving a hand against my back and making me go faster. “It’s too fucking late. He’s gone. We missed our shot.”

“NO.”

“Get moving,” King snaps, barely dodging a branch that threatens to slice his face right open. “We’ll get him next time. He’s a fucking idiot. Finding him won’t be hard.”

“I—”

“No,” Carver cuts me off with a ferocious growl, tightening his grip on my wrist and pulling me faster. “He’s gone. Move the fuck on and run. We’re not getting locked up today.”

And just like that, I give up on the chase, and focus on saving myself, knowing that without a doubt, the boys will find him, and when they do, they’re going to make it right for all the people who were killed during the explosion and all their grieving families.

CHAPTER 31

Ice clinks into the bottom of my glass as Grayson refills my drink, doing everything he can to try and keep my mind off the shitty night we just endured.

A fucking car accident? Cruz was launched through the air and crash-landed against Carver’s Escalade. This shit just doesn’t happen. Not to mention that now Carver, Cruz, and I are all out of a ride.

The boys shrugged it off. They have insurance for this kind of shit and can get replacements at the drop of a hat, but losing my Ducati is a big freaking deal. Though, I know it’s technically not mine. Carver purchased it for me a lifetime ago and let me think I’d won it in some ridiculous bet. But that doesn’t change the fact that, for so long, my Ducati was one of my only lifelines. I was attached, and now it’s just … gone.

Don’t get me wrong, I can buy myself a new one now or Carver will have it replaced through his insurance, but it’s not the same. That bike suffered with me through some of the worst times of my life, and no matter what, was always right by my side, ready to take me away into a new world.

What’s worse than losing my bike? Losing Knox.

I fucked up.

The hot water of the Jacuzzi bubbles around my chest as I rest back against the