Page 70 of Cross Point

“Damn it, I need you,” Jackson whispered before slamming his mouth down on hers. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet, taking her further down the beach, away from prying eyes.

“Not that I wouldn’t love to join in, but we seem to have a problem over at the construction site,” Maxwell announced grimly. “The site is completely closed, and there shouldn’t be anyone there, but I see lights.”

“Damn it, just damn it,” Trinity said. “Shit, my purse is still inside. Let me borrow your phone.”

She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers until Maxwell handed it over. She dialed quickly, then held it up to her ear as she moved across the sand, her men close behind her.

“This better be good,” Tony barked out.

“We’ve got trouble at the construction site.”

“Fuck! We’re in town, wait for us. We’ll be there in twenty. Ten if we punch it.”

“Can’t wait,” Trinity said. “Just meet us there. You packing?”

“Always.”

“Good. Going in hot, come in silent. And hurry.”

“Got it. Watch your six, Trin.”

“You know it.”

She hung up and tossed the phone back to Maxwell, then leaned down to take off her shoes. With a sigh of regret, she slammed them against the ground until the heels broke off. Slipping back into the altered shoes, she reached into the slit of her dress and yanked her gun out of her thigh holster.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Maxwell asked, grabbing for her arm.

She evaded him and kept going. “If they are the assholes who tried to kill me, this ends tonight.”

“Damn it, Katrina!” Jackson hissed out. “Just hold on. Let me call for some backup.”

“Call it in, but tell them to fucking be quiet about it,” Trinity said before turning back to Maxwell. “Maybe you should—”

“You don’t want to finish that sentence, love,” Maxwell warned. “If you go, I go.”

Shit. She knew Jackson could handle himself in a tight spot, but Maxwell was an unknown. Still, if she were him she wouldn’t wait either. Not wanting to waste time, she nodded.

“Fine, let’s go. You listen to me, and I swear to God if you get hurt and I’ll kill you myself.”

“Love you, too, darling,” Maxwell whispered.

“That goes for you, too, Katrina,” Jackson bit out. “If you get so much as a scratch on you, I’m going to be pissed.”

Before she could retort, Jackson made a quick call to Carlos back at the resort and told him to grab some men and follow them. When he hung up, they quickly made their way to the construction site, following the lights as a guide.

As they worked their way through the skeleton of the building to the far end of the site where the construction ended against the towering cliff, Trinity scanned the surrounding area for any guards. She came to a stop and pulled Maxwell down into a crouching position next to her, silently cursing as the sounds of muffled gunshots rang out.

Silencer.

This time the killer was smarter.

Jackson motioned to her using hand signals that there were five guards he had spotted. Peeking over the lumber pile they were hidden behind, Trinity was able to see the older security guard, Javier Vega, standing next to Pamela Riviera. They looked down at the dead body of Billy Jenson, the security guard she had met on her first day on the island. She assumed the woman’s body on the sand next to Billy was his sister, the missing accounts manager.

Poor greedy fools.

She smacked Jackson and Maxwell on the arms and silently mouthed, “I told you the damn bitch was involved!”

Jackson rolled his eyes and looked over the wood pile again.

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