Page 136 of The Vigilante's Lover
I jerk the car into drive, glad I have it all ready to go, hood secured, fuel tank closed, and Jovana’s watch tucked away in the dash.
I pull up to the arena door and jump from the car.
Jax is back on his knees, mumbling something incoherent.
Two security guards burst out the door, then halt when they see me.
I try to lift Jax, but he’s too heavy.
“What are you staring at?” I snap at the two men. “Help me get him into the car.”
When they just stand there, I about lose it. “Help me RIGHT NOW.”
They hurry forward.
“Get the door,” I tell one.
He opens it, and I start pulling Jax up to me.
“Get his other arm,” I command the other.
Between us, we get Jax into the seat.
“Ma’am,” one says sheepishly. “We have to take him in for attacking a guard.”
I whip around. “YOU are going to take in the deputy of HOMELAND SECURITY?” I’m totally making this up, but these guys don’t look too bright.
“The what?”
“He’s undercover. Some of these fighters are in danger. Do you know Colt McClure? You idiots!” I throw up my hands. “I’ll have you court-martialed!” As I round the front of the car, I realize they’re just hired security. “Never mind. You’re civilians. Just get out of our way.”
They keep staring at me as I jump in the front seat. When I stomp on the gas, they leap back.
Good riddance.
As soon as we’re past the exit, I gun it down the street and past the arena. There’s a gas station on the next block, so I screech into the lot and slam the car into park.
I turn to Jax. “What is it, baby?” I feel along his shirt. I don’t see blood anywhere. “What is it?”
He’s slumped against the door.
I grab him and pull him in to me. “Tell me what it is so I can do something!” I slap his cheek.
He sucks in a breath, and I think he’s going to say something, but then he slumps again.
I can’t hold him. He’s too heavy.
What the hell do I do? Hospital? Would the Vigilantes find out?
Oh God.
His stomach makes a strange sound, and I flash back to when I got hit by the poison dart.
Yes, that’s it. He’s been hit too. They got him.
Shit. How long do I have? Is the antidote in his car?
I sit back and jerk the car into gear. In seconds I’m barreling into thelot where we left the Aston Martin.
