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“Nice shooting.”
Before she could respond to whoever that was, Ramon said, “Take the truck and get out of here.”
“Sure.” That was Jax. “Who are you?”
Of course. He had been in the hospital, and before that unconscious. He hadn’t even met Ramon. Before she could explain, Ramon cut her off.
“You don’t wanna know.” He paused. “Just get Kenna out of here.”
One of the agents took her spot, covering the opening from the back corner of the truck. “How much money is in that back of that?”
Kenna heard the tone of his voice and knew it was only curiosity, not the intention to betray his oath. “It’s enough we could split it and be rich, but then my friends would be dead.”
“Shame.” The agent shook his head.
“Yes, it is.” She patted his shoulder and turned back to Jax and Ramon, a smile tugging at her lips. Then she got a look at Jax and choked back a gasp. “Get in the truck. You shouldn’t be on your feet.”
He groaned, not looking any better than Ramon did. “You first. Slide over so you can drive.”
She handed the gun to Ramon. “You sure about this? You can come with us.”
“They’ll take care of Kart and his friends.” Jax motioned to the others.
Only three agents. That was all?
She didn’t like the look of this.
“Get going, ma’am.” The agent who spoke had a vest over his white shirt. “Before you’re in any more danger. We’ll take care of this.”
Jax leaned on the door. “Kenna?”
She didn’t like this. Normally she would be the one who had everything handled, and instead she found she needed to give up apprehending Kart for the sake of saving her friends—and getting Jax off his feet.
“Go, Kenna.”
She glanced at Ramon, not wanting to leave him. But maybe it was best for him to go with the feds. Have the chance to say his piece and maybe even clear his name. The fact it was her roommate from Quantico that had betrayed him and painted him as a traitor didn’t sit right, but somehow the truth had to come out.
Kenna’s hands shook. She gave Ramon the rifle and moved to Jax. She passed him, lifting her hand to squeeze where his neck met his shoulder, then paused long enough his lips brushed across her forehead.
Neither of them said anything.
“Straight. He said go straight.” She put the truck in gear and stopped the windshield wipers.
“Buckle up.”
Kenna did the same as Jax, and then they both shut their doors. “Here we go.”
“Fast as you can. Give them the element of surprise.” Jax looked out the window. “Okay.Now.”
She hit the gas and peeled out, through the warehouse to the far end. A lobby. The doors were busted, and the whole mouth of the building was like a gaping wound. The result of an explosion, or something like that—maybe another crash.
Ramon had known it would be here.
He’d punched a hole in the loading bay on the way in, knowing they could get out this way. Pretty hefty gamble considering they could’ve totaled the truck on the way in.
Gunfire behind them made her squeeze the wheel so hard her forearms hurt. She bumped down the entrance curb onto the street.
A series of shots hit the back of the truck. She turned them toward the street and drove as fast as she could, praying Ramon and the other feds were protected and were successful here.
