by April Lust
Isabella looked carefully at the men, trying to find the best place to shoot. She didn’t think her aim would be good at all, so she’d need to be very close. Craig was on his back, legs stretched out. Jace sitting on his chest, his feet at either side of Craig’s rib cage. There was no way she could get to Craig’s chest or head. Not even his hands or arm, since they were intertwined with Jace’s. But his legs were free. And shooting his leg would keep him from getting away, right? It would at least slow him down.
Craig and Jace were so focused on their struggle that they still didn’t see her. Whatever progress Jace had made toward getting the gun to face Craig, he started to lose now. The gun pointed sideways, into the trees. She had to do it now, before Craig won. If he shot Jace…well, she couldn’t even consider that possibility.
Isabella stepped closer, held the gun just an inch from Craig’s knee, and pulled the trigger. It was harder to pull that she thought and when she squeezed it, her hand had moved slightly. The shot didn’t hit his knee, but right under, at his shin. The recoil of the gun made her arm fly back and she stumbled. She tripped over her own feet and her butt hit the ground.
Her ears rang from the shot, but she could hear Craig clearly. He screamed in pain, grabbing toward his leg. Jace had climbed off him, the gun in his hand, pointed at Craig’s face.
Jace looked at her, a crooked smile on his face. He nodded at her and pulled back the slide on his gun.
“No!” she cried out, and scrambled to her feet.
Jace gave her a confused look.
“Please. I want to do it.” She still had the other gun in her hand and she went to stand beside Jace.
Craig squirmed on the ground, writhing in pain. “You bitch,” he spat. “I will never stop hunting you. You’ll pay for this.”
The other Crimson Hawks got to them and stood back, guns ready, watching and waiting. Isabella glanced at him and looked back to Craig.
She gripped the gun tightly and lifted it to point at Craig’s head. Jace came over to stand behind her. He tucked his gun into the back of his jeans. His body was so close and so hot, it filled her with heat. He reached down, his arms sliding along hers, and pulled back the slide on her gun. Whoops. She’d forgotten to reload.
He kissed her neck, then moved her hands over slightly, taking a better aim. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He whispered, “Shoot, baby,” in her ear.
She took a moment to look down at Craig, to glare into his pleading eyes.
“Isabella,” he said, “You wouldn’t kill your daughter’s father, would you? Don’t be silly. I love you. I love Sara and I just want to have a happy family with you.”
“Shut up,” she growled. “I’ve heard enough of your talking for a lifetime. You don’t love me or her or anyone but yourself. I hate you!”
She started to cry and her hands were shaking. She tried to hold the gun steady, but couldn’t. Jace reached up again and put his hands around hers. He pointed the gun at Craig’s head and held her steady.
She took in several breaths, trying to make her sobs stop.
“Take you time,” Jace said. “He’s not going anywhere.”
“I know you still love me, Fifi,” Craig said. “Think of our life together, our beautiful house. Didn’t I give you a nice life? We’ll make it even better now. We can have another baby, and we’ll be so happy.”
She slowed her breathing and the tears stopped. His words built the rage in her. Still, after all this, he thought he could manipulate her. He thought he could talk her into coming back to him. He thought he still had control over her. Idiot.
She took another breath and pulled the trigger. This time, since Jace was holding her, the gun didn’t recoil back as much. It was still loud, though, and her ears rang again for several seconds.
She looked down at Craig. He didn’t move. She had hit him. She had hit him right in the head like she meant to. She looked only for a second. Long enough to see the hole in his forehead, bleeding. But the sight was too much. All the blood and gore. It was too much. She turned and bent over and threw up.
Jace had still been holding her tight, and now he made sure her hair was out of her way and he rubbed her back soothingly. When she stopped, he brushed the hair from her eyes and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms back around her.
“Sorry I don’t have any water or anything,” he said.
“It’s okay.” She spat several times on the ground.
“Nice shot,” the other Hawk said. He held out a stick of gum and she gratefully took it and put it in her mouth to get out the nasty taste.
“I had a little help,” she said.
“You did it, though,” Jace said, rubbing her back again. “You fought back and you won.”
“He is dead, right?” Isabella looked at his still body.
“Double check, Aaron,” Jace said.
Aaron walked over to Craig, picked up his wrist and held it for a moment, then let it fall. “Dead.”
Isabella turned to Jace and the emotions crashed over her until she sobbed into his chest. He held her and comforted her until she was able to stop crying.
“Jace, thank you,” she said. “Thank you for coming and saving us.”
He tilted her chin up so her face met his, and kissed her. “Anytime.”
Chapter Fifteen
“What about the body?” Isabella asked.
Jace looked past her to Craig’s dead body lying on the ground. He still couldn’t believe she’d done it. She’d killed her ex-husband point blank. And after shooting him in the leg to incapacitate him. Much as he’d wanted to kill Craig himself, watching Isabella do it was even better.
And apparently, Little Jazz loved it, too, because he had such a raging hard on, it felt like he’d burst any minute. He almost needed to move Isabella away from him so he could think straight. With her body pressed against his, there was only one thing he wanted. Right here in the woods, he didn’t care who was around. He would take her right now if he could. Might have to if she kept kissing him and looking at him like that.
The way she’d gazed up at him when she knew Craig was dead, and when he’d come running into the woods…like he was her savior and she’d come to worship him. Like she wanted him more than anything. Like she’d never leave him again. Like she loved him. His heart was a puddle and he wanted to pour himself into her hands.
And now that Craig was dead, she could be his free and clear. No looking behind their backs. No worrying about Craig or Lionel coming after them. Anyone who’d attacked them and anyone who wanted them dead or to hurt them were all dead. They’d survived. They’d come out on top. And they’d done it together.
“You are amazing,” he said to her, pulling her close again.
She kissed him and rubbed her nose against his. “But you didn’t answer me. What about the body?”
Jace glanced to Aaron. “Drag him back to the fire?”
“I think that’s our best option,” Aaron said. “Eliminate evidence. We’ll need to toss the guns, too.”
Jace nodded and turned back to Isabella. “I loved seeing you hold a gun and shoot. So hot.”
She giggled. “Thanks. You’ll have to teach me. I had no idea what I was doing.”
“I will.” He put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “I’ll take care of you forever.”
“Can we go back to the farmhouse? I want to make sure Sara is okay.”
Jace nodded. “Of course. Alex has her, though. She’s safe.”
He put his arm around her and they turned back toward the farmhouse. Aaron tugged on Craig’s feet and pulled him along.
“Want some help?” Jace asked.
“Nope. Got it.”
As they walked, Jace started coughing again. He’d been doing okay. Being out in the fresh air and running like that had cleared his lungs, but now they were acting up and burn
ing again.
“Why are you coughing so much?” Isabella asked. She paused to make him stop walking for a moment while he coughed. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Whoa.” She grabbed his hand and held it out, looking closely at the blisters and burned places.
The bandage from his injured hand had come lose long ago, somewhere in the fighting. He hadn’t even noticed until now. All the adrenaline and being focused on the fights had taken his mind off it. Now that he looked at his hand, now that he had time to think about it and wasn’t distracted, it hurt badly. Without the bandage, he’d managed to open several of the blisters. They oozed and stung.
“What happened?” Isabella looked up at him with concern.
“Well, I had a little mishap earlier.” He put his arm back around her and they continued walking. “Lionel and his guys burned my house down.”
“What!”
He nodded. “One of my guys was trapped inside, so I went in to save him and burned my hand. That’s why I’ve been coughing so much. Smoke inhalation. They wanted me to stay at the hospital and get treated.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Well, my phone had died, but I charged it at the hospital. I was sitting in a trauma room, waiting to be seen, when I got your message. I couldn’t exactly just sit there and do nothing.”
Isabella hung her head. “I’m sorry.”
Jace stopped. He turned her to face him. “No. Don’t you dare apologize for this. None of this is your fault.”
She shook her head. “I should have listened to you. I should have waited for you to get here before going inside.”
“It wouldn’t have made that much of a difference. I got there in time. I got you out. We’re all safe, we’re all okay. Craig’s dead and Lionel’s dead. I think all of his guys are dead, too. We won, Isabella. It’s over.”
“I should have never yelled at you in the first place. I’m so sorry, Jace.”
He hugged her and let her cry. He hated that she was upset, but her tears brought him so much comfort. She did still want him. They would be together. And he wouldn’t let anything keep them apart.
“Let’s go get Sara,” he said, gently picking up her head to kiss her. “She must be afraid and worried.”
Isabella nodded and they trudged on.
The farmhouse finally came into sight. Flames poured out of the windows, smoke rushed from the roof. The whole house looked ready to collapse. He looked back to Aaron. He wasn’t too far behind. But what if the house went down before they got Craig back inside?
He saw his guys standing at the edge of the woods and Sara standing beside Alex.
Isabella dashed forward and ran to her, then grabbed her into her arms. Sara cried out to her and Isabella held her tight.
“Mommy, the house!”
“I know. It’s burning.”
“Alex said it was going to fall down.” Awe filled Sara’s voice. “All the bad men are inside.”
“They can’t hurt us now,” Isabella said.
Sara shook her head, then craned her neck around until she saw him. She broke into a smile. “Jace!”
He went over and put an arm around her, giving her a sideways hug while she was still in her mother’s arms. “Hi, Sara.”
“Cuddles made it, too!” Sara held up the dirty bunny triumphantly. “Daddy wanted to take her, but I wouldn’t let him.”
“Good job,” Isabella said.
Then Sara seemed to recall what happened in the woods with her father. “Where is Daddy?” she asked, the fear obvious on her face.
“He’ll never ever be able to hurt us again,” Isabella said.
“Why?”
“Well…” Isabella looked over at Jace, then took a deep breath. “He’s dead, honey.”
“Oh.” Sara looked straight ahead, then turned back to her mom. “And he won’t wake up?”
“Nope.”
“So, we don’t have to go back to live with him?”
Isabella smiled and shook her head. “No, we don’t. We’ll never see him again.”
At this, Jace remembered that Craig’s body was, in fact, rather close. Sara might easily see him, bloody and dead. He turned and saw Aaron dragging him along. Derrick went to help him. As long as Sara didn’t turn around, it would be okay. They weren’t too close to them.
Jace made eye contact with Isabella to make sure she saw what was happening. She kept her hand at the back of Sara’s head so she couldn’t turn and see by accident.
Derrick and Aaron pulled Craig’s body to the house, then they picked him up. Aaron held his feet, Derrick held his arms. They swung him back and forth, then let go and sent his body flying into the house.
Jace took out his gun and the one Isabella had shot Craig with. He wiped them both clean of fingerprints and walked closer to the house. When he was close enough, he tossed them both inside. This fire was nice and hot. It should burn away any evidence they’d left behind.
He could see Craig’s body, slumped over just inside the back door. It was already consumed by flames and charred black. He started to cough and had to walk away. But he wanted to stand there and watch the bastard burn. That last image, the one of Craig’s body blackened, the bullet hole from Isabella’s shot still subtly visible in his forehead, would replace the image of him holding the gun to Sara’s head.
Jace walked back to Isabella and Sara. “All clear.”
“Can we go home?” Isabella asked.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Oh, you need to go to the hospital, though.”
Jace shook his head. “No, I’ll be fine.”
“Is your car here?” she asked.
“My car is a heap of ash in my garage.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. “Well, mine is here.”
“You feel okay to drive? I can if you don’t want to.”
“No, I’m okay,” she said. “And your hand. I don’t want you to make it worse.”
They all walked around the side of the house, back to where the cars and bikes were. He thought sirens should be wailing through the air, but there was nothing. Maybe they were far enough out in the country that no one had seen the fire yet. Certainly none of his guys would call the fire department. They needed the house to burn as long as possible. There wasn’t much to save anyway.
The fire would be contained enough. Not like it’d get into the woods and start a huge forest fire or anything. It wasn’t spreading along the grass, and the closest houses were so far away, he couldn’t see any in either direction. The fire department would probably come eventually. Someone would see the smoke and call.
But they needed to get out now. Long before anyone came along. With so many dead bodies and bullets and so much blood, this incident could mean a lot of trouble for the Hawks if they weren’t careful. No sirens were a good thing.
“Alright, Hawks,” Jace said. They stopped and turned to him. “Good work today, guys. Good work.”
Each of them took their turn giving him a fist bump and one-armed hug.
“We’ll find a new headquarters and meet soon,” he said. “Make sure you get to the hospital if you have injuries. Keep me updated. I’m going home to rest for a while.” But then he remembered he didn’t have a home. He turned to Isabella, but she had already thought ahead.
“He’ll be at my apartment,” she said, and smiled at him.
He smiled back.
“After we go to the hospital and get his hand cared for,” she added.
Jace dropped his head, but smiled. “I’ll see you guys over there. I want to check on Daniel anyway. Anyone heard any news since we got here?”
They checked their phones, but no one had anything new.
“Okay, well, let’s hope that’s good news, then.” Jace turned and walked to Isabella’s car.
She pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked the door, then slid Sara into her booster seat. Jace stood and watched the care she took in buckling he
r in and making sure she was comfortable. Sara had Cuddles and hugged her close. Isabella kissed her forehead and shut the door.