“Shit,” Trev said.
“Help!” Mike screamed.
“I’m going to fucking…” Blaine couldn’t speak.
Trev lunged forward and pushed everyone into the apartment and hurried to shut the door.
“You talk to her like that?” Blaine asked.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mike asked.
Blaine punched with his left hand, hitting Mike in the nose. Then he swung his gun and cracked Mike against his jaw. Mike stumbled back against the wall. Blaine then went to town, taking Mike to the ground with hit after hit with his gun.
He only stopped when Trev grabbed his arms and pulled him away.
Blaine was still swinging and cursing.
Mike was huddled up on the floor, crying.
“Tell him,” Blaine said to Jessa. “Tell him again.”
“You don’t ever contact me again,” she said. “Got it?”
Mike looked at her, blood all over his face. “Yes. Yes…”
“Now give me the cell,” Blaine said as he pulled away from Trev.
“Blaine,” Trev said. “Think about…”
Blaine looked at Trev. “You have my back, brother?”
“Always,” Trev said.
“Good. Then take this pants off.”
“What?”
“I’m putting that cell phone someplace he’ll never forget.” Blaine crouched and grabbed Mike by the hair. “You think you’re rich and tough? It’s your turn to get fucked.”
Blaine didn’t need to say it again.
He and Trev went to work as Jessa stood at the door, her eyes wide, jaw dropped.
Sometimes Blaine believed there was a sickness somewhere in his head. But when he satisfied the sickness and had good reason, what the hell did it matter? Jessa was family. She was carrying Blaine’s baby. Anyone who messed with her - past, present, future - was going to feel pain.
“Christ,” Trev said. “I might throw up.”
“I can’t wait to see how he gets that out,” Blaine said. “And then who he texts… you think it’s texting someone right now?”
“We have to go,” Jessa said. “This is…”
Blaine looked at Jessa. Her face was stone white.
“What is it?” Blaine asked.
“Luke,” Jessa whispered.
Luke? Who the fuck was Luke?
Blaine turned and realized just who Luke was.
The other guy. The friend. The one who was there with Mike so they could double team Jessa.
And Luke had a gun. His finger on the trigger.
Blaine couldn’t get to Jessa fast enough before the gun went off.
***
Blaine saw Trev get in front of the bullet. Trev’s left shoulder flew back and sent him spinning. Trev fell to one knee and screamed. Blaine took out his gun and wanted to blow the fucking guy away but a little voice in his mind told him to think bigger. The one flaw he always had in the MC.
Think bigger.
Bullets and bodies meant eyes on the MC.
Blaine ran toward Luke but he didn’t shoot.
“Drop the gun!” Blaine ordered.
“I shot someone,” Luke said. “Jesus Christ.”
The gun fell from Luke’s hand.
Blaine hit Luke in the face, taking him down.
“Are you okay, brother?” Blaine yelled to Trev.
“Yeah,” Trev said. “Just a bullet in my shoulder.”
“We really need to go,” Jessa said, sounding like the truest voice of reason.
“Not yet,” Trev said. He got to his feet. Blood seeped through his shoulder, shirt, dripping down his arm.
“What do you want to do here?” Blaine asked.
“Shove the gun up his ass,” Trev said.
“You’re as sick as me, brother.”
“Shut up and do it,” Trev said.
Blaine grabbed Trev. “Thank you. You saved my…” My child. “… my woman. You saved her.”
Trev winced. “I got a bullet in me. Got a solution for that?”
Blaine looked at Jessa and nodded. “Actually I do.”
He slipped away from Trev as Trev started to order Luke to drop his pants.
“Sweetheart,” Blaine said. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart.”
Jessa’s eyes were filled with tears.
“No crying. He’ll never hurt you again. Nobody will. But I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“You have to get that bullet out of Trev. Your office is nearby, right?”
“Blaine…”
“He can’t make the ride back. He can’t go to a hospital either.”
Jessa’s lips quivered. “What did I get myself into?”
Blaine brushed his lips to hers. “Everything you ever wanted, needed, and fantasize about.”
Before Blaine could kiss Jessa, the apartment filled with screams and Trev took care of the man who shot him.
twenty-two.
Jessa snuck in through the backdoor. There was nobody there.
Thankfully.
She knew where the security cameras were - all of them at the front of the building. At the main storage closet where all the drugs were. Where the money was.
“Here,” she said. “The last exam room. Okay?”
Jessa couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Trev had his arm around Blaine’s shoulder. Trev’s face looked a little white. He was losing too much blood. The bullet needed to come out and Jessa needed to stitch him up. That was the only way to save Trev. It wasn’t exactly life threatening but since Trev and Blaine refused to go to a hospital…
“Get on the table,” Jessa said.