Page 66 of Jax

We all watch Psycho as he slowly gets up, shaking his head like he’s trying to wake himself up. My gaze darts back and forth between Psycho and the blood dripping down Jax’s side and thigh. His limp scares me. If Psycho hurts him enough so that he can’t train or fight anymore, that would be devastating to Jax.

My heart sinks as he tests weight on it and cringes. Finn calls his brother back but Jax will not turn his back on Psycho again. Not with two slicing stab wounds.

Psycho stumbles toward the cage. He grips the side and shouts, “Now!”

“Watch out!” Lyla yells.

Jax whips his head in my direction, mouth opening in horror. I look past him to Tiron holding a gun in his hand, shaking so much the barrel aimed straight at me wiggles in his grip.

“Now, Goddammit!” Psycho growls.

A hard body hits my side, and it’s then that I hear Jax’s roar. He wasn’t yelling at me, he was yelling at Finn. “Get her!”

I crash to the ground shoulder first, pain exploding. A gunshot goes off, and I squeeze my eyes closed.

Immediately following the shot, chaos breaks out. Doors slam open, orders are shouted, glass breaks. “Lower the weapon. Lower it now.”

I stay down, worry pinging through me as I frantically search for Jax. Finn and Leenie are on the ground with me. He tackled both of us when they showed their hand. I try to get up, but Finn grabs my arm. “Remember what they said. If we’re down, we’re not targets.”

“But Jax,” I protest.

Finn squeezes his eyes shut, shutting away the panic. He stays where he is but he calls out, “Jax? Jax!”

“I’m here,” he groans.

“Are you alright?” I call out.

Footsteps move all around us. Psycho shouts belligerently about being half beaten to death and wanting to press charges.

A warm hand touches my shoulder, and I glance up at Jacob. He helps me to my feet. Finn and Leenie follow after. My gaze tracks toward Psycho and his guys getting put in handcuffs first but then immediately, they search out Jax. An agent is in the cage, but he’s with Psycho who’s resisting arrest. I run around the side, climbing up the steps on all fours, and jog toward Jax who’s on his side. “Are you okay?”

He gets himself up, then pulls me down next to him, hanging his arm over my shoulder. He tips my chin up so that I’m facing Psycho. “Just watch this, baby. You deserve it.”

“Daryl Loomis, you’re under arrest for larceny, grand larceny, abuse, rape, embezzlement, and more. Your full charges will be explained to you while you’re being processed.” From there, the man with the black tactical vest reads him his rights, and I get to watch as Psycho’s face of disbelief turns into a scowl.

He finds me there, sitting and watching. “You did this,” he accuses. “You think you’re going to get out of it? I’ll tell them everything you did. Everything,” he shouts, spittle and blood flying from his lips.

“You can go ahead,” I tell him, pulling my back straight. “I already did.”

Psycho laughs, turning on the crazy. “You’re nothing, you know that? A bitch. A whore. I’m disgusted that I stayed with you so long. You were just a cunt to me. A cunt,” he growls as the FBI agent wrestles him down the cage steps.

Jax turns my head toward him. “You’reeverything, you know that? Sweet. Loyal. Strong. I’m so happy that you came back into my life.”

I grin. “So I’m much more than a cunt to you?”

“I mean, I like your cunt but if that’s all I wanted, do you think I would’ve done all that?”

I pull him toward me, sealing my lips to his. His are salty from sweat and mine probably taste the same but from tears.

He hisses, and I pull away. “What?”

“I’m bleeding,” he grimaces.

I stare at his side and thigh, pulling my lip between my teeth. “I know. You got stabbed because of me.”

“I got shot because of you, too.” The realization makes him pale. His words slur, almost slowing to a stop at the end of his sentence while my eyes bug out of my head. He goes white as a sheet, eyes rolling into the back of his head. I scan his body, watching as his back dribbles blood.

“Help!” I scream as I aid Jax to the floor. It’s more like I try not to drop him as he passes out. “We need an ambulance. Jax has been shot!”

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