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“NO!” I screamed to shut her up.
She turned to me. “You are fucking crazy! You are telling them to kill you to protect him? Are you that stupid?”
Jag turned to me. “Gage Presley, as in Blaise Hughes’s soldier?”
I clenched my jaw tightly. “She wanted me. Not him. ME. Leave him out of this.”
His eyes narrowed, and he walked toward me. “You’re asking me to kill you to protect Gage Presley?”
“Please,” I begged. “Just do it. Leave him out of it.” My heart was hammering in my chest. I had to save him from this somehow.
He turned to look at Acid. “She’s serious, isn’t she?”
“I believe so,” he replied.
“Listen, please, just forget about that. Gage had nothing to do with what happened to Destiny. She’s right. It was me. I choked her out. I’m stronger than I look. It was all me. Just me. That’s why she wanted me here. Just kill me and leave him alone. All of them. Blaise has a family. A wife and a kid. They had nothing to do with what I did to Destiny.” Tears were rolling down my face as I pleaded. This was the last chance I was going to get. I had to make them believe me.
“Baby, that’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” Gage’s voice was both heaven and hell at the same time.
“No,” I whispered as horror washed over me.
Destiny was right. He’d found me.
Jag spun around, and my eyes found Gage standing with his gun aimed at Jag’s head. Huck had his gun pointed at Acid, and Blaise was standing beside Destiny with his gun against her forehead. There was a guy I’d never seen before standing in the back. He was younger, attractive, and amused. He winked at me as he stood there with his gun at the ready.
“Looks like it’s just us,” Gage drawled. “Seems you took what’s mine. You’ll understand why I killed the other motherfuckers in this building.”
What?
“We weren’t told she was yours,” Jag replied. “Destiny never mentioned that. She said she wanted her dead because she tried to kill her. I’d have never touched her if I’d known.”
Acid took a step, and Huck cocked his gun back.
“Don’t move,” he warned. “I don’t want your blood sprayed on Shiloh, but if I have to, I will.”
“Destiny is my sister. I should have checked into it before sending men out to get Shiloh. We assumed she was a former friend. Some bitch at the club. We didn’t check into it.”
“Yeah, you fucking should have,” Gage replied, walking toward us. “You touch her?” he asked. “Either of you?”
They both shook their heads.
“They touch you, baby?” he asked me, not taking his eyes off Jag.
“No,” I replied.
“They hurt you?” he asked me.
“No,” I lied. I wasn’t telling him about my head. That would worry him.
“Acid, untie my woman,” he ordered without looking at the man. “Trev, get up close so you can see the bastard when he is bent down.”
I stared up at him, completely in shock. He had his brace still on his leg. How had he barged in here and killed people? What was he thinking?
“Stop worrying about me, baby,” he said, his jaw clenched, which was the only sign that he wasn’t as calm as he was acting.
The younger guy I didn’t know made his way over to where I sat.
Acid bent down and started untying my hands. “Fucking Christ,” he muttered. “You were protecting him?”
