Chapter 68

68

Will hurt . Bruce had hit him and punched him and kicked him. No one had ever really beat Will up before. Not since he was like in junior high and he’d gotten into it with one of those damned Tyler fuckers. One of the younger ones, he couldn’t even remember the guy’s name now. Just that he’d been a Tyler, and had looked a lot like the guy pummeling him now. Were they all fucking inbred savage animals or something?

Will rolled, and kicked. He got lucky. He connected with Bruce’s left knee. The one he’d been limping on and everything.

Bruce went down. And didn’t get up again.

Will pulled himself up. Abby was there to help him. Bruce was rolling on the ground, cursing. Telling Will that Bruce wasn’t a killer, but Bruce was going to make an exception. That Will was going to die as painfully as Bruce could make it.

Will pulled himself to his feet, and grabbed his sister. “We’re getting dad and we are getting out of here. We’ll grab Dad’s truck at home and just go. No turning back. I got people I know in Texas who might help us.”

“What have you done ?”

“It wasn’t me that did this,” Will shouted. “It was Dad and his friends. Dad got me the job with Morris Preston and I wish I had never taken it. Go. We need to get Dad out of here before it’s too late. It’s him they really want. Go! I’ll get her!”

“Her? Get who?”

Dylan. Will needed to get to his dad and then check on Dylan and get her and his dad and Abby out of there forever.

They were leaving Masterson County behind. It just wasn’t safe for people like them anymore.

He’d just let Dylan go when they crossed the county line.

Fletcher Tyler would come for her, and they’d be just fine forever.

Will was getting his dad and sister and getting out of Masterson County forever.