AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Cain, I can’t lose you.Please.”
“If I could—” He let out a harsh expulsion of breath.
“I love you, Cain Cavanagh.”
“Fuck. Jet.” His voice was tortured.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You see me, and I see you. Your parents sucked, your foster parents failed you, Max didn’t always give you what you needed, but you are loved, dammit. I love you.”
“Jet—”
“And I’mnotletting you die.” She whirled. She heard him calling her name, but she was too busy. Her mind churned. She needed to get him out of there.
She heard gunfire close by.
“Wolf, Hades.” It was Bram. “There are guards headed your way.”
The men snapped to attention, even though Nick had a bullet wound. They both pulled their guns.
“Hex, get back and take cover,” Nick growled.
No. Heart pounding, she grabbed her tablet and swiped.
A man came over the hill, firing.
Nick aimed and took him out.
Jet stayed focused. She heard a deep whir in the air.
Condor flew down from the sky. She tapped on the tablet, then the drone hovered right above her. She dropped her tablet.
“Hex!” Matteo yelled.
She grabbed the arms of the drone, then it took off, following the flight path she’d set on the tablet.
It flew forward, lifting her off her feet.
Oh, God. She tightened her grip, her body swinging.
The drone zoomed over the hill, with Jet dangling below it, then flew across the gardens. Air rushed into her face, whipping her hair around.
She saw the boathouse ahead, half of it burning and all lit up. She saw pops of red near the mansion. The secondary gunfight in full force.
Condor flew lower. She was right at the max weight for the cargo drone, but it seemed to carry her just fine. They sped toward the northern part of the boathouse that wasn’t burning.
How much longer until the explosives detonated? Her throat went dry. She had to beat the bombs and get Cain free.
“Jet?” His voice in her ear.
“Yes?”
“Where are you?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“If you come anywhere near this fucking boathouse, your punishment will be big. Huge. You won’t be able to sit on your sore ass for a week.”
Fear and panic threatened to close her throat. Not because of his threat, but because he was in danger. She wanted this man. Wanted to love him, make a life together. Wanted to grow old with him.
