Page 22 of Beyond Fate


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He’d gotten my fucking hoodie wet. At least it was black.

I turned to see Jayce staring at me. His eyes weren’t wide in terror or shock. They were narrowed in concentration — and if I wasn’t mistaken, slightly dark with want.

“Come on.” I flipped on the safety and tucked the gun I’d used in my pocket. I was confident there wouldn’t be enough evidence to link me to the crime, and even if there was, I knew my connections would erase it. My eyes trailed between the two dead men, and I frowned — if I had more time, I’d take them with us, too. But…

“We should clean that up.” Jayce coughed out the words I was thinking, and then winced and clutched his side. It made me want to turn around and put bullets into the corpse.

I leaned down and slid my arm beneath his instead. “No time. If you pass out, I’m not going to be able to carry you out of here.”

The thought made me nervous. I wouldn’t be able to get him out of here, and I wasn’t going to take him to a doctor. The last thing I needed was my people catching wind about why this had happened — they’d probably bring him into some sterile facility to extract information from him. He was already weak, already opened up. They’d happily play with the exposed nerves if it meant getting the location of his dad.

I couldn’t let that happen, and I silently told myself it was because this was my mission, and I didn’t want anyone to take him away from me.

Chapter 10

Jayce

Getting shot was such a bitch.

It had been a while since I’d had to deal with the burning, tearing sensation of a bullet ripping through my flesh, and I remembered exactly why I’d sworn to never let it happen again.

It wasn’t like I planned on Park wanting to shoot Clay, but it was obvious he’d intended to put a bullet through him whether he came willingly or not.

I didn’t have a choice.

I just hadn’t expected Clay to be so vicious when it came to avenging me.

He half dragged, half pushed me into the passenger seat of my car, stuffing the bags we’d dropped to the ground into the back. He glanced around the scene one last time to make sure we hadn’t left anything behind.

“Fuck.” I took in a breath and hated the way it stung along my rib cage. “Need to text Marcus about the cameras.”

One good thing about being associated with the Holden family was our connections. And even though he’d sent someone after us, he still wasn’t going to be implicated in a crime.

Clay grunted and pulled out his phone. I wanted to tell him I needed mine, but the pain in my side spiked and I drifted out of consciousness.

When I woke, he was at my door again, and he was pulling me up.

“Come on. You have to help me a little. It’s not a far walk.”

“Where are we?” I didn’t recognize the parking structure we were in, though I wasn’t exactly at my best.

“My apartment. I have the stuff here to take care of you. I don’t know if you do.”

I did, but he had no way of knowing that I had more than a few first aid kits.

“Knew I’d get into your room.” I grinned at him, then coughed as another spike of pain rocketed through me and tried to tear up my throat in a sound of protest.

“Shut up.” He said it, but it didn’t sound like he meant it. He half dragged, half walked me across the empty parking structure and into an elevator. My vision was going hazy again by the time we made it to his apartment door, and I didn’t have the wherewithal to tell him he should put down a plastic sheet before he dumped me onto his bed and left the room.

It was a shame I felt so shitty I didn’t even want to get up and prod around. I was curious about him, curious about what he liked, what he dreamed about.

I was curious about who he was outside of the person he showed to the world, because I’d seen something else in him when he’d killed Park.

I’d seen something dark and violent, a devil calling out to the demon in me.

It wasn’t a side of him I’d witnessed before, but it was a side of him I felt like I knew on some base level. It called to me the same way his softness did. The same way the desire to take care of him today had.

I didn’t question the attraction, but I was going to question the behavior.

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