Chapter 65 - Wyatt Hayes

Wyatt POV

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dash asks as he looks at my car. I nod with my arms crossed in front of my chest while Jagger moves his hand over my car, as if trying to commit it to memory.

“You’re taking this too serious,” Jagger says and I nod before he has a chance to continue his line of thought. “She is going to freak,” he says, and I nod once more.

“I think that’s the fucking idea,” Dash says as he opens the car door and steps inside. “So, how are we doing this? Actual accident? Or are we smashing it up?” He says and I take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. I know this plan is going to work, but fuck…

“Smash the windows,” I let out and Dash smiles, walking to the baseball bats on the corner of the garage. He holds the three of them in his hand and passes one to me and then throws one at Jagger. He grabs it without any issues and immediately slams it against the passenger seat window and the noise is heartbreaking.

Dash slams the bat against the front