Page 97 of When He Fights
“Gray gave me her number because he’s working with her on this case.She had them in sight.She was running toward them.The, uh, the line went dead.”
Ana shook her head.“Kane…?”His voicemail had picked up again.She could hear it coming from her phone’s speaker.
“I need you to come inside the airport with me,” Tyler told her.“The plane is waiting.My job is to get you out of here.To take you to a safe place.”
“Kane is my safe place,” she whispered.
The faint lines near Tyler’s mouth deepened.“You need to get on the plane.”
“Is Kane okay?”
Tyler swallowed.“They were—they’d opened the door and gone inside Turner’s dojo.I got that part before I lost Emerson.”
No, no, no.She tore away from him and scrambled around the parked SUV.The driver was just standing there, looking helpless, so Ana swiped the keys from his slack grip.
“Wait!”A sharp cry from the driver.Wayne, his name had been Wayne.
“Get your asses in!”Ana yelled at Wayne and Tyler.
But Tyler lunged after her.His fingers clamped around her wrist.“Ana, what are you doing?”
She looked at his hand.Then his face.She could see worry and fear in his eyes.He cared about Kane.About Gray.And both men—no, no, stop it.They are not dead.“I’m going to Kane.”
“Ana, you were supposed to go to a safe house.That was the plan.”
New plan.“I’m not going anywhere until I know that Kane is safe.”Her breath sawed in and out.“Logan has Zuri.He has Zuri, and he might have killed Kane.There is no way I’m getting on a plane right now.I’m not leaving the people I love to die.”
She’d only been willing to leave because she thought her departure wouldhelpKane.Protect him.Stop him from being worried about her so that he could focus on catching Logan.
That plan had been blown to hell.Like Kane?Has my Kane been blown into pieces?
No, no, no!“Kane is going to be fine.”She jerked her hand from Tyler’s.“I know a shortcut to get us to Turner’s dojo.”That was where Tyler had said Kane was.That was where she’d be.“Get in the vehicle or get left behind.Your only options.”
They got in the vehicle.Tyler rode shotgun.
Wayne jumped into the back.
Ana drove.The SUV’s wheels squealed as she raced away, and even as she drove, she was yelling at Tyler, “Call Kane again!Keep calling—get him!Call Kane!”
Kane’s phonewouldn’t stop ringing.
Maybe that’s the bastard calling me.Taunting me.Telling me that my time is up.
But Kane didn’t move.He kept holding that door.
Because maybe he could have a few more moments.Maybe he could stop the bomb from going off.Maybe Gray could get out.If he kept the door in the exact position.All he had to do was not let that bell chime once more.
Gray appeared again.He grabbed Turner and heaved him up.Tossed Turner over his shoulder.“Fucking hell,” Gray snarled as he flexed his brace-covered wrist.“Like I needed that.”He rushed away.
Kane realized he was barely breathing.
Gray ran back into his line of sight again just—seemingly—seconds later.“My team is at the back door,” Gray told him, voice flat, expression unyielding.“Bomb squad is on the way.There is no sign of Zuri Harris here.If Logan has her, he stashed her someplace else.”
Kane glanced up.He could see the red light on the small bomb.Such a small device.But one that he knew could cause so much damage.With a soft exhale, he looked over at his friend again.
Gray grabbed the other man’s arm—using his non-broken wrist for most of the work— and began hauling him away.That was…the lawyer.What had been his name?Sanchez.Kyle Sanchez.A trail of blood followed behind Kyle.And then…
Gray was gone.
