Page 59 of Traitorous Lies
Right when she was about to break her promise to trust Jax and slam on the brakes he yelled the word she’d been waiting to hear.
“Turn!”
Not hesitating to do as he ordered, Monique yanked the wheel to the right, and they swerved off the road a mere couple of seconds before she heard the deafening boom of the two vehicles colliding.
Thankfully, the trees weren't as tightly packed together as she’d feared, and while she narrowly avoided the first few as the car slowed, it was easier to navigate, and soon they came to a stop.
They'd done it.
They were both alive.
And she hadn't even crashed the car.
Breathing heavily, she turned to watch as Jax pulled his torso back through the window and sat in his seat.
“I did it,” she whispered, shocked that she managed what had seemed like an impossible feat.
“Yeah, you did. If you don’t tell me not to, I'm going to kiss you, princess.”
His hopeful eyes watched her, and she respected that he’d given her an option and that he didn't move a muscle until she gave a small nod of assent.
Then his hands were gripping her hips, and he hauled her over the center console and onto his lap. She didn't even have time to think before his mouth crashed down onto hers.
Melting into the kiss seemed like the easiest thing in the world, and she prayed she wasn't making a huge mistake in giving this man another chance. Because Jax Holloway absolutely held the power to crush her in his hands.
Chapter
Sixteen
November 10th
8:13 P.M.
Jax finally relaxed as he guided Monique into the suite he’d just booked for them at a nice hotel, a short drive from the private airfield where one of the Delta Team guys would pick them up in the early hours of tomorrow morning.
Safe.
For now, at least.
He’d bypassed several other airfields that Prey would have clearance to fly in and out of at short notice, because he wanted to put as much distance between him and Monique and the men her father had sent after them as he could.
Tomorrow, once he had her tucked away safely on the Delta Team compound, he’d sit down with Monique and they'd talk. Really talk. About every piece of evidence they had pointing to her father as one of the rapists, and then they’d work through with her and see if she could come up with some ideas of where her dad might be hiding out like the coward he was.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he needed to make sure Monique ate, showered, and slept. They’d picked up some food, toiletries, and a couple of changes of clothes along the way, so she could take a nice long shower or bath, put on some clean clothes, eat something, and then fall into bed for a few hours of sleep before they had to leave for the airfield.
“You can use the bathroom first,” he offered as he made sure the door was securely locked behind them. Jax had chosen a hotel where you had to use your room key card to access the lift, so if they were tracked there, it would make it that little bit harder for the men to do anything more than wait in the lobby. Something that would be obvious in the next few hours once the guests all hit their rooms.
“Are you coming with me?” Monique asked, and his heart clenched.
He hated that she was so afraid after what she’d been through these last couple of weeks that she was now afraid to take a shower alone. If he could go back and undo everything, he’d do it in a heartbeat. Find another way, any other way, to get the intel he’d needed to protect his family without hurting this sweet, brave woman in the process.
Today she’d been amazing, driving that car like a pro, and fighting the urge to slow down or turn away from the oncoming collision until he’d given her the word. She’d even managed to navigate through the trees without hitting any of them. He was so proud of her, and he admired her strength and determination, and if she needed a little coddling right now, he would give it to her.
Only when he turned to tell her he’d sit on the floor in the bathroom with his eyes closed while she cleaned up, it wasn't fear he found in the gray eyes watching him, it was something else.
Heat.
