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“Kenton, you gotta stop him,” she said frantically. Kenton had his arm around her shoulders, holding her in place. “Please stop him. He’s already hurt—and I don’t want him to kill anyone. Or just let me go to him. I can get him to listen.”
“Not while he has a loaded weapon in his hand,” Kenton said, more calmly than he should’ve had in the situation. Then Journey saw Hamilton hurrying toward Laz.
Thank God. If anyone could talk some sense into him, it was Ham.
“Laz, man. What the hell?” Hamilton said, slowly approaching him. “If you going to shoot him, do it. Or put the damn gun down.”
“He put his fucking hands on my wife!” Laz said, and Journey flinched at the torture she heard in his voice. Her heart broke for her husband. “His ass ain’t walking out of here alive.”
“Come on, dude. Don’t do this.”
“My child could’ve been killed the other day!” Laz roared.
“But she wasn’t, and in a couple of days, you’ll be holding your baby in your arms. But if you shoot this piece of shit, there’s no telling how long you’ll sit in county lockup. He’s not worth it, man.”
“He ordered a hit on me. I could’ve been killed, and what about Nazir? He didn’t deserve what he got! This asshole didn’t give a damn about any of us.” Laz cocked his gun. “Nah, he’s gotta die. Then we’ll be even.”
Journey gasped. “Laz, please.”
“Just shoot me,” Tony said. “I have nothing left. I don’t care.”
“If you insist.”
“Don’t!” Hamilton yelled, the word crackling through the air like roaring thunder. “Don’t do this. Put the gun down. Now!” he roared.
“I can’t let him get away with this,” Laz whispered.
She closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore. If he was going to kill Tony, she didn’t want to witness it, but she couldn’t walk away either. Her husband needed her, and she felt so helpless.
“Laz, Journey is right here,” Hamilton said, and she eased her eyes open. “You don’t want her to see you shoot this piece of shit. She’ll never be able to unsee that. Give me the gun—or set it down on the floor.”
Laz grabbed the front of Tony’s shirt, lifting him slightly, then slammed Tony’s head against the floor with such force Journey felt the pain through her own body.
The cops had shown up with their guns drawn and eased closer.
“Please don’t hurt him. He was just protecting me,” she said in a rush and started toward them, but Kenton stopped her with a hand on her shoulders.
“Jay,” he said in warning. “He’ll be okay. They won’t move in as long as Hamilton can get Laz to lower his weapon.”
Hamilton was former police and still knew so many cops and detectives on the force. Surprisingly, they let him handle Laz. Journey just prayed that their friend could get through to him.
Especially since he wasn’t listening to her.
Laz switched the gun to his left hand, and Journey thought he was getting ready to set it on the floor. But then he slammed his right fist into Tony’s face so hard that he knocked the man unconscious. At least Journey hoped that was the case.
Laz lowered the weapon and set it on the floor. He lifted his right hand in the air. But the way he grimaced as he struggled to raise his left hand, it was clear he was in pain. Tons of cops moved in at once, and so did Kenton.
Before Journey could take two steps, Remy was in her face.
“ADA Dimas, I’m glad you’re okay. Come with me so we can talk,” he said, his voice kind as he tried to lead her away with a loose hold on her elbow.
“I’m not going anywhere without my husband,” she snapped, especially nowhere with him after the way he had treated Laz in the hospital. The thought of that day only made her angrier, and she snatched her arm out of his hold.
Remy sighed, then growled under his breath. “I need to get a statement from—”
“What part of ‘I’m not going anywhere without my husband’ don’t you understand, detective? Now move out of my way! Now!” she screamed, adrenaline pulsing through her veins.
“Journey!” Laz yelled. “Where is she?”
