Chapter 3 #2
“Oh.” I blink down at her. “It’s okay, I don’t need it.”
“Take it anyways,” she insists.
My brows furrow, and I look down at the piece of paper. Turning it over, I see an address. No, more like coordinates.
“If you see a dead-end sign, don’t believe it.” She winks. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” I’m a little dazed and confused as I head out to my car.
I enter the coordinates into the GPS, and it drops a pin on a place an hour north of here.
Looking out the window up at the massive mountains in front of me, I smile, a new excitement and renewed hope bubbling inside.
“There’s the sign,” I say, looking at the small sign at the beginning of what looks like an old logger's road. It says dead end, and I can see why.
If this road did go anywhere, it wouldn’t be far. It’s nothing but steep mountains. There’s no way anything could get past there.
“Can’t hurt,” I mutter, turning onto the road.
The rocks make it bumpy, and I start to worry that my shitty car isn’t going to make it.
With each bounce and groan of the car, I start to sweat.
“No, no, no.” I groan as the dread hits me.
“Not here. Not now. Just hold out a little longer!” I shout as my engine starts to sputter.
“Goddamn it,” I hiss, carefully moving the car to the side of the road and turning off the engine as smoke starts to pour out from under the hood.
“Shit.” I lean my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes.
I could get out of the car and check to see if I can fix it myself, but I know fuck all about cars, which is how it got this bad in the first place.
Still, I get out of the car and run my hands through my hair in frustration. It’s about... maybe an hour walk back to the main road. I can do that.
But do I want to leave my car unattended?
I look down the road and squint. Maybe this is the wrong road. I can’t see shit through all that dense foliage.
It’s not like my car would have been able to get over that hill anyway.
Checking my phone, I look to see if I have any service. Just my luck, not a single bar.
“Not gonna get anything out here. You’re right in the thick of a dead zone,” a deep, gruff voice says, making me jump and scream so loud that I sound like a little girl.
“Fucking hell,” I pant, staring wide-eyed at the man a few feet before me. “Where the fuck did you just Houdini your ass from?”
He cocks an amused brow, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. He ignores my question. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for a town that's supposed to be out here.” I frown. “What are you doing here?”
He looks me over and steps closer. I take a step back and bump into my car. He takes a sniff, and his shoulders relax. “Omega.”
“Not my name, but yes, I am an Omega. Is that gonna be an issue?”
“For me? No,” he chuckles. What is so damn funny? He’s the one that popped up out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me. I look around, but I don’t see any cars.
“No, seriously. Where did you come from? I didn’t hear any cars.”
“My car is just over the hill.” He nods behind him. “Was dealing with a fallen tree when I heard your shitty little car break down and die.”
“Hey! It’s not shitty,” I say defensively, and he gives me a look like he knows I'm full of shit. “Okay, fine. It’s a piece of crap. But it’s all I could afford.
You know it’s not easy out there for Omegas.
” I sigh. “That's why I’m looking for this damn town that doesn’t seem to exist. I have shit luck.
What does a man gotta do to find a place to start over? ” I mutter, looking away.
“Where did you come from?” he asks.
“Utah.”
“So why leave?”
“Because I’m looking for the town. I told you.”
“Yes, but why?” he urges.
“I heard it was a place where Omegas are safe. To start over again.” I sigh. “And now that I say it out loud, it sounds stupid.”
“Not stupid,” he corrects.
My eyes snap over to him. “So you're telling me this town is real?” I ask hopefully.
“That depends on whether you tell me what caused you to want to come here?”
“That’s a bit personal,” I mutter.
“If you want to go to my town, you gotta answer the question.”
“Your town?” I frown. Who is this man? This oddly hot older man. The blond hair, beard combo is doing good things for him.
“I’m the Sheriff,” he nods.
“Oh.” I blink. “So there really is a town.” I look beyond him. “How the fuck does anyone get in and out of there? That hill is massive.”
He chuckles. “We make do.”
“Fine. I was living a shitty life with no hope of something better. It was either risk it all to find this place or kill myself,” I state bluntly because what else do I have to lose?
His face softens. “Come with me.”
“Ah, not to be rude, but I don’t know you. How do I know you won’t drag me into the woods and kill me?”
“Guess you don’t.” He gives me a dry look. “You can either get a ride with me, or you can walk. Your choice, but it’s a long walk and a lot of hills.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “What about my car?”
“I’ll have someone come tow it into town for you.”
“Thanks,” I say, a little too excited. I’m about to get into a stranger's car. How stupid am I? “Let me just grab a few things.”
Opening the door, I grab my wallet and car keys. It’s not the car itself I’m worried about someone stealing, it's the contents inside of it.
I follow after the man as he leads me up the hill.
“Hey,” I start. “I didn’t get your name.”
“Syrus,” he grunts, shooting me a look over his shoulder. “You?”
“Emmett.”
“Nice to meet you, Emmett.” He looks forward again.
He doesn’t say anything as we walk up the hill. When we get to the top, I see his car parked on the side of the road.
“Are you sure you're a cop? That looks like a regular ol’ car.”
He turns to me and flashes me a badge on his belt. I squint and lean in. It reads Widows Peak Sheriff.
“How do I know that’s real?” I ask.
He sighs, shaking his head. “Get in.” He tosses his hand towards his car and heads toward the driver's side.
Quickening my pace, I rush over to the passenger door and throw it open.
The drive is quiet. I know I should be asking more questions, but I’m too nervous. Too excited. Too... everything.
It’s not until we get over the fourth hill that my eyes widen in awe. “Holy fuck,” I whisper.
There really is a town. In the valley below sits a small town nestled in the middle of nowhere, in the deep parts of the Colorado mountains. A town by the name of Widows Peak.
It’s stunning, something right out of a Hallmark movie.
My heart starts to race, and my eyes sting with tears. Could maybe, for once in my life, the universe be on my side?
“I’m going to take you over to Club 21. The girls there will help you get situated."
Another club? My stomach drops with dread.
“It’s not a strip club, is it?” I ask, turning to look at him with wary eyes.
“No,” he grunts. “Don’t have one of those here. Although a few of the girls do dance on the weekends. All their clothes stay on, though.” He shoots me a look.
“Thank fuck,” I sigh in relief. “So, these girls at the club, what can they do to help?”
“They own the town. They will know what to do.”
Oh god. Did I just walk into some kind of cult town? Just my luck to find myself in a damn horror movie.
You know what? Fuck it. I’ll join their little cult if it means no one forces themselves on me and I don’t have to take my clothes off for a living anymore.
We drive down the long road toward the town. As we grow closer and I can see the buildings up close, my excitement returns.
It looks... normal. People walking on the sidewalk, kids playing at the park to my left.
I’m gonna be fine. Totally fine. No one's gonna kill me. Fuck.
“You're not going to kill me, are you?” I blurt, and Syrus raises a brow.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” I narrow my eyes.
He sighs heavily. “You're an odd one, you know that?”
“Not the first time I’ve been told that,” I mutter.
Syrus pulls into the parking lot of a building with a sign that says Club 21.
“Look, Emmett, you’re safe here, okay? The rumors of this town being a safe place for Omegas starting over are true.
We don’t advertise. The goal is to keep this town as low-key as possible, giving the people here the privacy to start over.
You are free to come and go as you please.
No one will keep you here against your will.
But what the girls will do is point you in the right direction to start your new life here in Widows Peak, okay? ”
“Okay.” I nod. I’m not sure why, but I believe him.
“Silva should be working, but if she’s not there, ask for Lexi. If neither of them are in, give me a call, and I’ll come back to help you out,” he instructs, handing me his card.
“Thanks.” I get out of the car, and he drives away, leaving me standing in front of the club. “Sooo,” I hum to myself. “Do I walk into the potential house of horrors, or do I turn around and run?”
Spinning around, I look off into the distance of where the main road is and groan. “House of horrors it is,” I grumble.
The club is not at all what I expected. While the outside is just a black brick building, the inside is stunning.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. Faint music plays as the energy around me hums to life. It’s nothing like the Slick Shack. Nothing at all.
The place is lit up, sunlight streaming in through every available window. The interior isn’t what I’ve seen before. Some walls are white, some are black. Everything looks new and modern, but with a chill, relaxed vibe.
On my right is the bar, lined with white barstool chairs. To the left are a few pool tables and booths. Then, on the other side of the club, is a dance floor with a small stage towards the back.
“How can I help you?” a female voice asks, catching my attention. I look to my right to see a blonde woman behind the bar.
“Hi.” I lick my lips, heading over to the bar. As soon as I’m in range of her, I can smell that she’s an Omega. Something about being around other Omegas makes me feel more at ease. “Ah, Syrus brought me here.”