Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(29)

“Because I have the maze memorized. I designed it. Many, many years ago.”

“Liar,” she whispers.

“Keep walking then,” I say, following her on the other side of the hedge. “You’ll come to a fork—”

“A fork in the road. You went left and he went right.”

“You ran one way and I ran the other.”

“There was a dirt road. And you were driving my brother’s truck.”

“You got a nice new brother out of that deal, eh? I should’ve never trusted him.”

“I don’t know what that even means, but…” She lets out a long sigh.

“Found the fork, did you?”

“Why are you here?”

“I’m here for you. Why else would I bother to show my face?”

She stays silent for a few moments, and then I hear laughter from the start of the maze as more people enter. I wonder if she’ll scream?

I decide no when she stands her ground. She wants to talk. Wants answers. And she wants to follow my lead. She might not realize it yet, but she wants me to take over. Be alpha again. “Go left at the fork,” I say.

“Just like I did last weekend.”

“Just like that, gun girl.”

There’s a long silence after that, and then she draws in a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “Bike boy,” she whispers.

“The one and only. Now do as I say and then we can talk.”

“What if I don’t want to talk? What if I want to arrest you for rape?”

“Rape?” I laugh. “Come on.”

“I woke up wearing lingerie.”

“What’s so bad about that?” I say, walking towards her voice. I have to go the other way to get to the middle, but I don’t think she’s ready to see me yet, so I stay close, but not too close.

“Girls don’t wear shit like that to bed when they’re sleeping alone.”

“Some girls do.”

“Not this girl. And this girl doesn’t drink.”

“Doesn’t drink anymore?”

“Right.”

“Hmmm,” I say. “But that lingerie was pretty. And you looked pretty wearing it.”

“You took my clothes off,” she growls.

“You were very muddy and wet. I needed to clean you up. So why not make you look pretty after?”

“You f*cking pervert.” She’s breathing harder now and I start to get a little worried.

“We didn’t sleep together, if that’s what you’re worried about. You were stoned, man.”

“You’re the one who got me stoned.”

“I had to.”

“Why?” she demands. “Why—” And then the rest must come rushing back. Because she stops and stays silent for more than a minute. We stand there, just a few feet apart but separated by more than a tall hedge. We’re separated by fifteen years. By a night in the snow and an eternity of regrets. By choices that pulled us apart, and fate or bad luck that will bring us back together.

“Do you want to talk or not?” I finally ask, breaking the silence. “Because I have a secret to tell you.”

“I want to arrest you.”

“Meet me in the middle and see if you still feel the same way after.”

“I will. You’re not going to get away with what you did.”

“You can believe what you want, and I might be an * for last weekend. But it’s the things I did fifteen years ago that count. And I did keep you safe. I never raped you. And I never wanted to hurt you.”

“No? So coerced drugging isn’t hurting someone? What if I was allergic to that drug? What if I was—”

“You’re not.”

“Don’t interrupt me, *. You don’t know anything about me.”

“Go left,” I growl back. “Then take the first right, go past the second alcove, and then turn right again. I’ll meet you there.”





Chapter Seventeen - Molly




I stand absolutely still, listening to his fading footsteps as he walks away. He’s crazy. Insane. What to do?

Run. Any man who would drug a woman, take her home, wash her off in the shower and then dress her up like some doll—well, I don’t have a strong enough word for how goddamned creepy that is.

Go meet him. Because any man who does all those things just to keep a secret… yeah. That’s some secret he has.

That f*cking cave.



It’s all coming back to me. The gate in the side of the mountain. The dark tunnel with the red running lights. The… lab? Holographic woman? Guns.

I swallow hard. I’m not new to danger. Hell, I cut my teeth on things far more dangerous than standing in a hedge maze at night with a creep. But… he’s so very, very creepy. Serial killer kind of creepy.

I shudder and look down at my gun. I do have this. And if I don’t go meet him then I’ll have to try to backtrack my way out of this damn maze. I can still hear voices—people might be in the maze. But will they find me and let me follow them out? It’s a lot larger than I originally thought. I counted the longest path and it was forty-two steps. And that wasn’t even the entire length of one side.