Broken Trouble (Broken Storm Series Book 1)

Chapter 18

Jayden and Gavin were going to be riding a bull that would be trying to kill them. Not only that, they were doing it in the middle of the night, out in the middle of nowhere, with no hospitals close by. If something was to happen to one of them, they would be dead long before we could get them to the hospital.

So needless to say, I was freaking out a bit and by the expressions on everyone's faces, I had the right to worry. Even though I was from the city and knew nothing about what country people did, it was obvious this wasn't something that happened every day.

It was insane to do bull riding as it is, but this? This was just plain stupid.

Everyone was jumping in their trucks and packing up the party, but I ignored them, running alongside Starre to try to catch up with the guys. I spotted Gavin, Jayden, and Wyatt through the crowd of people, getting into the truck. Wyatt was trying to talk to them, but they were in such a stubborn rush that it was obvious they weren't paying him much attention. Wyatt caught my eye while I was approaching and held the door open. He didn't say anything to me, just gave a quick jerk of his head telling me to get in.

When I ran up to the door, Wyatt wrapped one of his arms around me and tugged me until I was half sitting on his lap. Gavin revved the truck's engine and peeled away from the bonfire.

I was sitting on Wyatt's lap.

Which became even more distracting when he pulled me completely on his lap to yank to door shut.

Now was not the time to pay attention to the feel of his muscular legs and other things that I was sure lay underneath where my butt now sat. The truck lurched across the uneven ground and my head brushed the ceiling, the only things keeping my head from being cracked against it was Wyatt's strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me down and against him like a seat-belt.

"I don't want you guys doing this," I spoke, wondering how I was going to get through Jayden and Gavin's thick skulls this time. Polly would know what to do, but she wasn't here and I had no way to contact her. Plus, wouldn't contacting their mother make me a nark? I didn't want the guys to think that I would go run and tattle on them every time they did something stupid. I just needed to find a way to stop this from happening.

"You're not from around here, you don't know the way things are," Gavin turned the wheel, speeding down the main road.

"What kind of bull rider would I be if I couldn't ride Otoktay better than the red skinned bastard?" Jayden smirked, moving to open up the glove compartment, then digging around in it like he was trying to find something.

"A smart one?" I blurted out, using my knee to slam the glove compartment closed.

"You can't tell me you've never done something dangerous just to prove someone wrong."

"Nothing this dangerous," I insisted, trying to catch his eye. "It won't ruin your bad ass reputation if you don't do this."

"We've already said we're riding the bull," Gavin argued.

"Then I'll come up with an excuse and you all can take me home, save the fight for another day. I don't want to see you all get killed," I paused, swallowing hard before whispering "I can't." My voice was drowned out by the sound of the truck, so I highly doubt that they had heard my last words.

"We're not backing out just because you're fucking squeamish," Gavin growled.

"Then back out because you could be killed," Wyatt reasoned.

"We face death every time we get on a bull, we wouldn't do it if we were scared of death. Bronc riding is a lot more dangerous than bull riding," Jayden shot back, his expression darkening.