Page 64 of Triple Power Play 3
“What is it?” I lean out the window and punch in the code for the gate, getting it wrong the first time. What was the date the baby was conceived? June? Only Jax would set this code. On the third try, the light turns green.
The garage is full of boxes delivered from Jackson’s downtown and Laguna penthouses that neither he nor Aurora wants to go through, and I park in the driveway. The car doesn’t even come to a complete stop before he jumps out and storms into the house.
I’m hot on his heels. “What the hell is going on?”
He passes the entrance, strides through the kitchen, and hangs a right to Reece’s side of the house. Fuck, this can’t be good.
“Motherfucker erased the security feed.” He doesn’t bother with the handle. He lifts his leg and delivers a powerful kick to the bedroom door.
The impact echoes through the hall, the splintering wood filling the air with a sharpcrack. My brain must be tripping, because the only thought that comes to mind isshit, we’ll need to get that fixed.
My sight is instantly drawn to Reece’s bed, where Aurora jolts awake.
She was asleep in his bed. I have no time to process what this means because Jax is rushing at her, eyes blazing with murder.
He towers over her, his fists clenched into tight balls. “Where the fuck is he?” Fury reverberates in his growled words.
She clutches the blanket to her chest and scrambles away from him. “We didn’t… I…I was having a panic attack and fell asleep here.”
He thrusts his phone in her face, and she flinches.
“Then why the fuck did he erase the security feed? Hmm? Tell me that, Aurora!”
The harshness of his raised voice brings tears to her eyes, and once he’s in reach, I grab the back of his shirt and yank him to me. He’s in a rage, and he’ll never forgive himself if he hurts her—and neither will I.
Her pleading gaze connects with mine. “Nothing happened,” she sobs.
Reece comes barreling through the door, Charlie behind him, and Jax struggles against me.
“Calm down.” I get an arm around his throat. “They didn’t do anything.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Reece glances from Jackson to Aurora. “Ven aquí,” he tells her, which must be Spanish.
She rushes out of bed, fully clothed in the same leggings and T-shirt she was in when we left today. I highly doubt they slept together. She hides behind him, using him as a shield, and clutches his shirt.
He interlaces their fingers, drawing her arms around him. “You’re lucky she’s still here.”
I freeze. “What did you say?”
Jax fights against me, struggling to shake me off. “He’s trying to take her,” he chokes out.
I loosen my grasp on him, ready to intervene with Reece if necessary. “You won’t make it out of this house.”
Charlie steps beside Reece, his hand at the small of his back. He’s in uniform—black tactical pants, a black shirt with HSI on the sleeve, black combat boots. He’s a smaller guy, but it’s clear he’s prepared.
Reece throws his hands up. “I’m not trying to take her. I brought her back.Shewanted to leave.”
“Why?” Jax and I say in unison, both of us aghast.
He scoffs. “You watched the footage.”
Jax tenses in my hold. “You deleted the footage.”
“What? No, I didn’t,” Reece says, taken aback, before his head whips to Charlie. “You’re a real fuck-up today, you know that?”
Sorry, Charlie mouths with a grimace.
“Can you fix it?” Reece asks.
