Page 92 of Winning His Wager

Fletcher was determined to throw the last.

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Dylan recognizedFletcher’s voice in the darkness, and it filled her with hope.

He had come for her, just like she had known he would.

Dylan wasn’t going to just sit around for rescue, though. That was the man she loved fighting.

Dylan scrambled to her feet. But what should she do now?

The two men were rolling around on the ground, fists flying along with curses that would make a sailor blush. Dylan couldn’t see well enough in the dim light to know which man was even Fletcher. They were rolling and slinging and she just couldn’t tell.

She fought nausea from her broken arm from the wound in her leg. From her stomach. Bruce’s shoulder had slammed into her stomach so hard.

Dylan couldn’t see to help Fletcher at all.

But that was his phone. In the mud. The light was pointed down.

Dylan almost crawled across the mud to grab Fletcher’s phone.

People yelled out. Smoke built.

She and Fletcher were too close to the barn. And there was a fire building in that barn. Fast.

People were yelling, and there were a lot more than before.

Hard hands went around her from behind.

Dylan was yanked up off her feet. She screamed Fletcher’s name as she was dragged off into the darkness again.

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He had a gun.She had never seen him before, and Dylan was ninety-nine percent certain the guy was high as a kite. She just didn’t know why he had grabbedher.

“Let me go!”

“Can’t do that. Boss says no witnesses. And I deserve something for this tonight. Fucking Will ruined everything. Should have just let Tyler have his fucking sister. She was a loser bitch anyway. Don’t know why Will cared so much.”

The guy dragged her down the gravel path. To where the cars and trucks were. Every stephurt.She fought as hard as she could.

No. She was going to make sure he paid for whatever sick evil he was a part of. Dylan screamed as loudly as she could.

Fletcher would come for her. And in the meantime, Dylan was going to fight.

The man she loved was out there, and he needed her, and she was going tofightfor the life they were going to build together.

“Let me go!” Dylan kicked out in spite of how much it hurt. She felt weak, sick, and every inch of her was hurting. But this guy wasn’t going to keep her from the life she and her cowboy were going to build together.

She connected with his knee. He screamed, long and high-pitched.

What kind of animal was this guy?

He didn’t even sound human right now.

His arm went around her stomach, and he yanked her off her feet again. And almost ran. This time, being small wasn’t exactly helping.

Someone yelled her name. She knew who it was.