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He punched the guy, silently cheering when he broke his nose. Good. But that didn’t stop him. The shooter shifted the gun, and Jace knocked his hand aside.

Just as he managed to pull the trigger.

The shot blasted into the floor right next to Jace’s head while the shock ripped through him.

Jace landed another blow on that already broken, bleeding nose, and the guy jerked back his head, trying to move out of way of Jace’s fist. He succeeded for the most part. He jolted back as Jace caught onto the ski mask and stripped it off.

Right before the killer pulled the trigger.

The shot slammed into the mezzanine floor right next to Jace’s head while the shock fired through this body.

What the hell?

He was staring at the face of a dead man. Or at least a man who should have been dead anyway.

Ramsey.

Jace immediately shook off that shock, and his training kicked in. Enough of this shit. This asshole was out to kill his own daughter.

When Ramsey brought up the gun again to fire, Jace let the rage fuel him, and it gave him an extra bite of adrenaline. He aimed every bit of that newly found strength at Ramsey. Jace punched him in the jaw. Then, that broken nose.

Then, his throat.

Ramsey made a garbled sound and fell back on the floor. Jace didn’t take any chances. He stomped on Ramsey’s hand, probably breaking many bones, but the man let go of the gun.

Jace kicked it aside and reached in Ramsey’s pocket, snatching out the second gun. He used it to take aim at Ramsey’s head.

“Move,” Jace warned him. “And this time, you die for real, you sonofabitch.”

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Chapter Fifteen

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Kit was having what had to be the longest shower in history, and she was thankful that Jace clearly had a seemingly endless supply of hot water.

When they’d arrived back at his place, her muscles had felt as if they’d declared war against each other. So tight to the point of being painful. That’s why Jace had suggested she take a shower.

Alone.

He’d probably figured if he got in the shower with her, it would lead to sex and that sex might not be the best course of action. Some parts of her body disagreed with that.

Strongly disagreed.

Sex with Jace always seemed like a good way to unwind. But about halfway through her marathon shower, she had realized he was right.

She’d needed this time to process, well, everything.

And there was a heck of a lot to process.

For starters, it hadn’t been her father’s body that his assistant had found in his office. Instead, he’d faked his death, somehow. Jace and she didn’t have the details on that yet. Or rather they hadn’t known before she’d started her shower. But what was crystal clear was that Ramsey had pretended to be dead so he could then come after her.

She’d seen the rage on his face when they’d been rescuing Brandon. Had felt his hatred for her all the way to the bone.

But still, Kit hadn’t expected this.

Maybe the rage had caused him to snap and take matters into his own hands instead of hiring someone like Rattler to do his dirty work. That was something Kit hoped Ramsey would explain if he actually spoke to the cops. As of now though, Ramsey was in a psychiatric hospital in San Antonio where his mental state was being evaluated to see if he was fit to be charged with a murder.

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