Page 67 of Risky Passion

"That doesn't look fine." His soft tone was laced with concern. "Let me see."

"Jaxson, I'm fine. We have bigger problems." I gestured toward Eddie's body. "We just killed a police officer."

"No,wedidn't. I did." He picked up the gun carefully, one finger through the trigger guard to preserve evidence. "It was self-defense. He was going to execute us, remember?"

"I know, but . . ." A thought hit me like a thunderbolt. "Oh my god! Do you think he was working with the bastards who shot down my plane?"

Jaxson’s eyes hardened. "I'd bet my ass he was." He glared at the body on the ground.

My skin crawled. “But he’s a cop!” I whispered.

“A crooked cop,” he snapped. “I can’t fucking believe it. We’ve worked together for six years.”

“Jesus.”

“This proves we can’t trust anyone.” Jaxson said. “Except my brothers.”

I wanted to argue but the truth was lying three feet away, bleeding onto the dirt.

I could’ve died. Right here. And no one would’ve ever known that an officer of the law did it . . . murdered us.

Eddie looked so normal, like any other man on the street. Not someone who could do cold blooded murder. What made him like that? No, not what . . . who? Jaxson had said it was B. But I hadn’t heard that anyone had figured out who she was.

I leveled my gaze on Jaxson. “So have you worked out who B is?” I asked.

Jaxson froze. “Fuck!” The word exploded from him.

I jerked back.

“Whitney!” Panic tore across his face.

“What?” I stammered.

“My brother is in serious fucking trouble.” He yanked open the back door. “Onyx, in.”

Onyx leaped into the back seat and Jaxson slammed the door shut behind her.

He swiveled to me. “Quick. Get in the car.”

“But . . .” I glanced at Eddie’s bloody body. “We can’t just leave him here.”

Jaxson’s expression turned as hard as stone. “Hell yes, we can.”

“But—”

“Tory,” he snapped, cutting me off. “We gotta go. Move.”

The edge in Jaxson’s voice sliced through me like a blade, but the thought of leaving Eddie behind, despite what he’d done, twisted something deep in my gut. I never left a man behind.

Jaxson didn’t wait for me to argue. As he slid into the driver’s seat, I raced around to the passenger side and jumped in.

Onyx shifted forward, her sharp gaze locked on the road ahead. She barked, sharp and urgent and I just about jumped out of my skin.

Shadows flickered in the distance, moving fast, racing past the smoking wreckage of Jaxson’s car.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “They’re coming! Quick!”

“Hang on!” Jaxson yelled. He threw the car into reverse, twisting in his seat to look past Onyx. One hand gripped the wheel while the other steadied himself on the seat, and the engine roared as he floored it.

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