Tracked by Trouble (Bad Boys Need Love, Too #3)

by Calinda B

  Jace and Zed roared past her Mustang and pulled up next to the Jeep.

  Beck, hoping no oncoming traffic was headed their way, watched something suspiciously like a bar bell fly out the window, shattering Lawson’s side window and hitting him in the shoulder.

  Exultant whoops could be heard as Zed and Jace congratulated themselves.

  The Jeep swerved and fishtailed, as Lawson righted the vehicle.

  The Ford fell back behind the Wrangler as a frightened family raced past them going the opposite direction. The driver stuck his head out the window and flipped Jace the bird.

  “Damn. He must be made of metal,” Beck said. “That had to break his arm.” Her eyes lifted to the rear view. “Uh oh. We’ve got the county’s finest on our tail.”

  Red and blue lights with accompanying sirens rapidly approached their vehicles.

  “Shit. Should we let them finish the deed?” Zed said. They flew over the rise, out of eyesight of the police.

  “Your call,” Jace replied.

  “No. I may go down, but I’m going down as a guy who sticks up for himself, not as a victim. Anyone coming? Safe to pass?” Zed said.

  “Nope,” Jace said. “Lane’s clear.”

  “What are you going to do, Zed?” Beck asked, alarmed.

  “Go, Jace! I’m making one last attempt to redeem Waldo!” Zed called, like a war cry.

  The truck raced next to the Jeep.

  Lawson fired another round at the Ford.

  Another bar bell flew from the Zed’s arm, landing in the side of Lawson’s head.

  The marine lost control of the Jeep and veered off the road.

  “Shit!” Zed said.

  “Yeah, shit,” Jace said.

  Sirens screamed in Beck’s ears. She stared out the side window, horrified, to see Lawson’s Jeep upside down in the ravine, the wheels spinning like a turbo engine.

  “Pull over. This is the police. You must pull off the road, now,” a loud voice boomed through a loudspeaker.

  The truck and the Mustang slowed, pulling off the side of the road, while no less than six police cars surrounded them.

  “I think it’s over, Zed,” Jace said.

  “I do, too.”

  “Good job winning the race, Zed,” Beck called weakly, clutching her phone.

  Zed let out a laugh. “Thanks, sweetheart. I completely forgot about the fucking race. This one was a race for our lives.”

  Chapter 37

  Deafening applause filled the air a week later, as the lights went on in the rented community room.

  “Go, Zed!”

  “The movie’s great, Jeff!”

  “Awesome movie!”

  “That’s my Uncle Zed!” Rickie said to anyone who would listen. He threw his arms around Zed’s neck and grinned. “You saved Murphy and his mom and a bunch of other sea lions!”

  “Thanks, buddy, but it wasn’t just me.” Zed returned the hug. “Murphy had a lot of support.”

  The community center had pushed back the movie reveal and celebration, since the accident had left Zed reeling.

  “Yeah, but you won! You won, Uncle Zed!”

  “In more ways than you could know. Hey…go help your little sis. She’s trying to pull down the tablecloth on the food table.”

  “Oh, no!” Rickie cried. “Cerise, stop it!” He raced toward her.

  “Good job, Zed. Proud of you.” Mitch patted Zed on the back. “And you,” he said to Jace.

  “Thanks, man. We’re a team. We’re going for an Olympic medal next.” He grinned at Zed.

  “Oh, we are, are we?” Zed lifted his eyebrows, then shook his head. “Don’t take all the credit. My arms and legs did the work. But let’s not go for the high speed theatrics that followed next time, okay?”

  “You got that right. Shit. Between the three of us, we’re going to pay off fines for years.” Jace grimaced.

  “At least no charges were filed against us. We had enough witnesses to testify to Lawson’s wicked deeds, from the park ranger, to the onlookers on the highway.”

  Beck sauntered toward Zed, holding two plastic flutes of champagne. Her eyes were filled with love as she looked at him, making his heart melt even more. It seemed to be on insta-melt when he looked at her. I love her so goddamned much, he thought.

  As soon as she reached him, he pulled her toward him for a kiss. He leaned in close to her ear and said, “I’m the luckiest man in the world to be with you. Maybe Waldo was waiting for you all these years. That trumps any marathon win.”

  “That makes me the luckiest girl in the world,” she countered. She inched away and lifted her glass. “Everyone, grab a glass. Let’s toast this guy!”

  The crowd of family, friends and well-wishers reached for glasses, bottles and cans. When everyone held their drink aloft, Beck said, “To the greatest guy, my guy, whom I adore. To everyone who helped save Murphy and his mom. To pushing past obstacles for the win!”

  “Here, here!” someone called.

  They tapped cans and glasses with whomever was close and all took a sip.

  As everyone milled about, Jace pulled Zed aside. “You doing okay?”

  “As well as can be expected,” Zed said, slinging his arm around Beck’s shoulder to pull her close. “The beauty by my side and in my heart helps.”

  “Is your mother still refusing to speak to you?” Jace asked.

  Zed shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. She needs to take her grief out on someone.”

  “Yeah, but she shouldn’t take it out on you,” Beck retorted, fire in her eyes. “I don’t like the way your mother treats you.”

  Zed gave her a squeeze, thankful for the support. It made him love her all the more.

  “How’s Lawson?” Jace asked.

  “Still in a coma. I don’t think he’s going to make it. That’s what the doctors say, anyway.”

  They all shook their heads.

  “Maybe it’s for the best,” Jace said. “This way, his secrets die with him.”

  “I dunno,” Zed said. “I don’t think mom sees it that way. She now thinks I’m some reckless character who got into a pissing match with my brother. She even knows he had a gun and tried to shoot me, but still, it’s all my fault.”

  “That’s sick.” Beck looked like she could spit fire, like a sexy female dragon.

  “Well,” Jace said. “Let’s not focus on that. Let’s celebrate the win. Can you believe it? I still shake my head. You won! You whooped that guy’s ass. He was pissed, too. He thought he had it sewn up. You should have seen his face when you crossed the finish line first.”

  The door to the community center opened, giving Zed a flash of blinding sunlight. A cute, petite brunette entered the room, her eyes scanning the crowd. When they landed on him, she practically flew in his direction.

  “Cousin Zed!” A five-foot blur of energy launched in his direction.

  Zed blinked at the woman, seeking recognition. “Avilon? Avilon Ferguson is it really you? I haven’t seen you for years!” He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a huge squeeze. At family gatherings in the past, she’d always been one of his favorite cousins. A warm woman, she always had a smile to spare and a shoulder to lean on.

  “I know, right? I’ve been traveling the world. Spending time in exotic locations, trying to save the planet. Just returned from Tobago where we built some reefs.”

  “How’s that working out?” Zed asked. “The saving the planet part.”

  Avilon laughed. “Sometimes I think it’s a ‘spin my wheels’ operation but it makes me feel good.”

  Zed grinned. “Meet the love of my life, Beck Tosetti.”

  “Beck, it’s my pleasure!” Avilon instinctively hugged her. “It’s about time this guy found a good woman.”

  Caitlin, having seen the woman, hustled to where they stood. “Avilon! It’s been years! To what do we owe the pleasure?”

  “I just returned from Tobago. When mom told me of Zed’s accomplishments, I had to see him for myself. All of
you, really. I’m moving to Port Townsend.”

  “Seriously? That’s wonderful!” Caitlin threw her arms around the bubbling young woman.

  “Wow, Avilon. That’s great news.”

  Surrounded by friends, warmth and love, Zed soaked in the good vibes. It had been quite a journey to get to this place. The rewards, from the marathon win, to the renewed friendship with Jace, to the beautiful woman who’d captured his heart – it had all been worth it. And while he was sorry about his brother, well, if his secrets could be guarded, shielding the family from shame and scandal, maybe that was a good thing.

  The community center door opened once again and a tall man in uniform entered.

  A marine. Zed cocked his head to look at him, an antsy, unsettled feeling forming in his belly. The soldier looked to be about six-foot-four. Close cropped dark hair. Doesn’t look familiar.

  The male stepped toward the person closest to him and said something.

  The woman pointed at Zed.

  The soldier stepped smartly in Zed’s direction.

  The queasy feeling in Zed’s gut grew with each approaching step.

  The man came to a halt in front of Zed. “Zed Farrell?” The male looked at him with piercing goldish-green eyes, the color of a dark forest.

  “Yeah, that’s me,” Zed said cautiously, sensing his friends move closer around him for support. He pulled Beck tightly to him.

  “I’m Sergeant Devlyn Andrews with the Naval Criminal Investigative Service. Sorry to interrupt the festivities. We are conducting a federal investigation and I’d like to ask you a few questions about your brother, Sergeant Lawson Farrell.”

  So much for resting on my laurels, Zed thought. At least I’ve got a good woman, a lot of great friends, and a new attitude to see me through.

  END

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