Chapter Nineteen
 
 Jayden
 
 I’d sworn to myself that I’d never work with the guys from Eagle Tactical.
 
 Why?
 
 Because I already owed them my life.
 
 We’d served together in the military. Jaxson had pulled my ass out from behind enemy lines while I’d been shot, bleeding to death.
 
 I should have died.
 
 He should have left me to die.
 
 Thanking him seemed inadequate after he risked his life, bullets flying at him. He’d been reckless, but selfless.
 
 I wasn’t deserving.
 
 He threw himself on the line. He could have died, and I owed him.
 
 What did I do when we returned home?
 
 I kept my distance.
 
 I might have owed Jaxson my life, but I wasn’t going to risk his, not when my niece’s life was on the line. He’d already done more for me than I deserved. I couldn’t involve him. It was my burden to bear.
 
 He had a kid, a daughter at home. It was no secret that he was a single father.
 
 I wouldn’t risk his daughter not growing up with a father alone in the world.
 
 And so, every time he offered me a gig with Eagle Tactical, I turned him down. It wasn’t out of pride. Though he probably thought that was the reason. It’s what I made him believe so that I could protect him.
 
 Because deep down, he was still my brother.
 
 Family protected each other.
 
 And now I’d torn his family apart.
 
 I walked the final distance up toward the gate and pressed the buzzer of the wrought-iron gates that protected the property of Don DeLuca.
 
 It was the last place I wanted to be, but Don Ricci had made sure that I got what was coming to me.
 
 Betrayal tasted bitter.
 
 I bite down on my tongue, shoving down any and all emotion that showed conflict. I was doing this to save Skylar.
 
 And I owed Jaxson my life.
 
 “We’re even,” I said quietly into the microphone that I wore in secret. After this, I no longer owed Jaxson or any of my brothers anything ever again.
 
 “We’ll see about that. Head down, be quiet. Quit attracting attention to yourself,” Jaxson said.
 
 He was right.
 
 I had to play this carefully. Talking to myself, or rather Jaxson, was going to get me killed.
 
 I didn’t want to die. Definitely not today.