Page 62 of Road to Redemption

The two of them were jacked, Spencer just a tad more lean than Leo. Both of them were far stronger than I was. But I had a secret weapon, one I wasn’t going to reveal.

Spencer gripped the wooden handle tightly, slamming it down on the slab and watching the puck fling into the air.

“No dice. Let’s go.” Dom growled from behind us, a warm yellow glow beginning to fall over the row of tents.

“Fucker.” Spencer licked her teeth.

“My turn.” Holding out my hand, I waited for Spencer to place the mallet in my hands.

Clearly anxious, Dom roared. “Enough. No one has time for your bullshit tricks, Viper.”

I looked over my shoulder. “So you do remember?”

“You were seven. They rigged it for you.”

“Of course you think that.”

Now there was nothing more that I wanted than to hear the bell ding.

Stepping up to the game, I let air into my lungs. Fully exhaling it, I looked up at the bell. Like I was holding an axe, I placed my right hand at the top of the mallet’s handle and my left at the base.

The wood handle was worn and might give me a few splinters. But it would be worth it to get that smug scowl off of Dom’s face.

Over my shoulder, I heard rustling in the dark, abandoned restaurant. Trying to shake it off, I raised the mallet over my head. As I brought it down, I let my right hand slide down toward the base. Even with the smaller mallet, I felt the power flow through to the rubber block.

The puck shot up, a loud ding ringing out over the concrete.

“Ha!” I cheered.

Leo and Spencer’s jaws dropped as I jumped with joy.

Not so amused, Dom rushed over from the tents and grabbed my arm. “We need to go, now.”

“Chill.” Trying to yank my arm away, I groaned at her. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” Dom hissed as she kept her grip on my bicep, her eyes darted around us.

Following her gaze, Leo’s jaw tensed. “We can come back out tomorrow, Princess.”

Without another word, Dom started moving me toward the safehouse.

She didn’t bother being gentle despite Spencer’s annoyance. “Chill, she’s not going to run away.”

“It’s not her I’m worried about.” Dom grumbled.

That’s a first. If she was so concerned about our hosts, I wished she would tell us more. We were supposed to be past this, all the secrets.

Lady followed closely, jogging ahead of us as she sniffed and barked every few feet.

At that point, I was barely walking, Dom’s strong arms hauling me toward the western-themed section of the park.

We hit the intersection of two cobblestone paths, one way leading back to the safehouse, one to the entrance, another to the run-down waterpark, and the last to the massive roller coasters towering over the rest of the grounds.

As Leo and Spencer kept moving, I ripped my arm from Dom’s grip. “Cut it out.”

Movement in my periphery forced my gaze toward the sun. A golden, orangey glow had fallen over the amusement park. And standing in the middle of the cobblestone a few hundred yards away, was a person.

“Kiera. We need to go. Now.” Dom spat.