~ JESSE ~
I pressed my foot down on the accelerator and the SUV revved high and rocked, but didn't budge.
Perfect.
"Fucking idiot!" my brother barked. But he didn't take that gun off me. "Go check it," he snapped at the guys in the back.
They muttered, but pushed out of the car.
I leaned back against the back of my seat, trying to relax my shoulders because my entire body hummed with tension as the power tried to shove out of me and I grappled frantically to keep it contained.
At this point I was terrified I'd kill myself if I let it go.
'Cazz…' I pleaded into the bond. 'I really, really need your help… And I don't even want it.'
Shit, I was going to cry.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Ryan cursed. "Get out of the car, crybaby."
Gritting my teeth, I did as he asked, then stood there outside the vehicle while he clambered into the driver's seat and tried to get the truck to move, but still kept that gun trained on me.
