Wyatt POV
"Where is our ride?" The asshole asked, his voice laced with excitement.
He was enjoying the immense and unnecessary tension building amongst us. I directed him to stay along the shoreline until we got to a clearing. He glanced at the rear view mirror before pressing the gas.
"Start talking." Wes growled out, still looking down at Sia on his lap.
Blondie looked up in the rear view again, directing his response at him.
"I will…when we get airborne." Amusement evident in his tone.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked.
"Making two Alphas sweat over what may or may not have happened between me and Sia last night." He paused, making the
thinking face. "Yes. I actually do enjoy that." He finished with that familiar sly smirk on his smug face.
He swerved and drove thr
