Page 121 of Jace 4Ever
“We did. In between marathon sex.”
Smoke groaned, “God, stop. I need to get laid so badly.”
This time, my eyebrows went up. “You?”
“I think I’ve reclaimed my virginity at this point.”
“How long?”
He glanced off in the distance. “Three years? And that was a quick blow job in a bathroom stall in Amsterdam.”
“Wow,” I mumbled. “We need to work on that.”
“Tell me about it.” He grumbled a moment, “Everyone around me pairing off. Chase and Marcus, Uriah and Austin, Maddox freakin’ Jones and Aaron. Now Jace and you. I just need a little dicking.”
The door next to him flew open and I saw the gun glint for only a second. It was long enough to grab him back as the shotgun blast deafened everyone in the stairwell.
The owner pumped it again as he tracked over to us, but Smoke grabbed the barrel with both hands and slammed it into his shoulder, startling him.
I dropped low and shot my foot out to catch his knee, and I put a little too much force into it. I heard the crunch of bone followed by a scream and the body crumbled to the ground.
Looking down at the face distorted in pain, I recognized him. “Anton. You’re Anton. You’re one of Jerrod’s asshole friends.”
He spat at me.
“Take that as a yes,” Smoke said, blowing on his hands as he tossed the gun back and forth. “Damn shotguns. Back pocket. Handcuffs and my cell.”
I pulled them out and slapped them on Anton, who was wailing in pain in between attempting to spit on me again. I looked at the cell and Smoke held his finger out so I could unlock it.
“Google, dial Bridget.”
I lifted an eyebrow.
“I hate Apple. Google works just fine.”
“Fruit hater,” came Bridget’s voice.
“You’re talking to a giant fruit, sweetheart.” He laughed. “I also have the missing guy on the ground, tenth floor of the building. He had a shotgun and used to have two knees that worked.”
“So, cops and an ambulance.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Excellent. Wait there. Five minutes, at the most.”
I leaned in. “Watch out, he spits.”
Anton did just that again.
Rounding the corner,I was body slammed by a very familiar body. Jace’s lithe body wrapped around me, holding me tight and shaking like a leaf.
At first, I thought he was shaking from relief, but then I heard what he was repeating in my ear in a voice that was thin and tired and lost.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know. I’m sorry…”
With a finger under his chin, I lifted his face to catch his eyes. “Jace. Stop. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You ran because that’s what you had to do. It was the right thing. You left us clues and we found you.”
“I don’t want you to go to jail because of me.” The words were low and frightened.
