Page 31 of Unmasked Prophecy
I feel it, deep inside me.
This is the worst thing that could happen.
6
The crackling of the fire echoes in my ears as I stand in the yard, arms wrapped around myself, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I can see the guys gathered in the dim light, as they discuss the plan for tomorrow. My heart kicks in my chest, and I force myself to take a deep breath, knowing this is going to be the most dangerous thing we have ever done.
It could go right, but it could also go terribly wrong.
Miriam could freak out, someone could follow us, anything could happen.
I can’t help but panic at the thought that someone might get hold of me. What if they show up and ambush us, taking me back? If I go back there, I’ll never escape, and that’s just cold, hard facts. My father would never allow me to walk free again. Hell, there is a solid chance he would end my life for my actions.
They scare me, as much as I hate to admit it.
Talon’s voice rumbles as he discusses the plan with the others. "We got one shot at this. We can’t fuck it up."
Zane nods, his brows pulled together. "We’ll take the truck, load it up with supplies. Make it look like a delivery. She can hide in the back."
"We time it right, get her out when it’s dark. Make it look like a big ride is leavin’ at the same time, women on the back of the bikes, even have one on with Talon that is dressed like her," Kael adds. "That will make them follow the ride for sure, especially if they think she’s on it."
Knox leans back, arms crossed. "You think they’ll take the bait?"
Talon’s eyes are hard, his jaw set. "They’ll have to. They’re watchin’ our every move. Those fuckers won’t be able to help themselves."
My stomach flips as I listen to them plan, the weight of it all pressing down on me. Each word they speak seems to echo with the potential for disaster, and I can't help but feel anxious about the whole thing. They're risking so much—more than I ever imagined possible—and the fear that it might all go wrong is heavy. What if everything unravels? I have hope Miriam will agree, but what if she doesn’t? What if I’m wrong about all of it.
"She gonna be ready?" Zane asks, glancing in my direction.
Talon’s eyes meet mine, and I’m forced to look away. I can’t stare at him, can’t have a conversation with him. After everything that happened, I just can’t. He hurt me, and since that night, we have barely spoken. His rejection crushed me in a way I wasn’t prepared for, and the more I think about it, the more I want to shrink into myself.
Right now, though. I have to put my focus on this.
"She’ll be ready."
His reply is firm.
I don’t know if I believe him, but I nod, as I pull my hoodie tighter around me. They don’t know about the possibility of what I might be carrying, and I don’t intend to tell them. Not yet. Not until I know for sure.
My stomach turns at the thought.
I know I should test to find out for certain, but I don’t have it in me—not yet, anyway. I’m terrified, and if it is what I am so scared it could be, everything will change. The club doesn’t want to help a woman pregnant with another man’s child, right? Especially not Talon. What chance would we ever have if I amcarrying a baby belonging to someone else? Not to mention the fact that my father won’t stop until he gets said baby.
“I’ll be goin’ with her,” Knox mutters. “Everyone else goes on the ride. We in agreeance?”
