Wyatt:
The burn of a tazer on my rib cage shook me again. The smell of my burning skin crinkling my nose. I don’t know how long I had been here, but I knew that it was long enough for the gash across my forehead to stop bleeding and the soreness of the accident to settle in… the accident… Flashes of Macy being flung from the truck, hearing Cain screaming as his arm twisted wildly behind his back, and seeing Creed slumped against the steering wheel played back to me.
A fist drove into my stomach, followed by blow after blow to my face and chest.
I shook my arms, hoping the chains holding them would break loose.
“No need to try to break free, Wyatt. This ends tonight, and it starts with you.” I knew the voice that came from the shadows, but I couldn’t place a face to it.
I stayed sil
