Page 89 of Stars and Scars

“I doubt it.” Jax grabs his cell phone out of his pocket and taps on the screen. He holds it to his ear and speaks after a moment. “Yo, Bastian. Did you happen to…yeah. Yeah, the director guy. You did? Is he still…I see.”

Jax puts the phone away and smiles.

“I left Bastian up on the roof to keep watch. He says he shot Wyatt in the shoulder as he was trying to get into the garage.”

“Is Wyatt still alive?” Gray asks.

“Yes.”

“Too bad.”

“Look at it this way, Gray. He’s going to San Quentin for the rest of his life. It’s worse than death.”

I shake my head.

“As long as Wyatt leaves me alone, I almost don’t care what happens to him. I’m not big on revenge.”

“I am,” Gray mutters. “I hope his shoulder hurts.”

He turns to Jax and arches his brows.

“You guys got set up really fast, like you knew the entire layout of the villa.”

“That’s because we did.”

“How?”

I grab Gray by the arm and direct him toward the ambulance which has just pulled up outside.

“You, get yourself looked at first. You cut your wrists getting loose, and you got electrocuted.”

“But–”

“No buts, I’m still your client, and that makes me the one in charge.”

I push him toward the exit while Jax and Griff enjoy a laugh at Gray’s expense. Gray laughs, too, and stops resisting. The paramedics check out his wrists and take his vitals while I wait anxiously.

They bandage his wrists, which apparently look worse than they are, and prepare to send him on his way.

“Wait, what about him being electrocuted? Aren’t you going to do anything about that?”

The senior medic shrugs her shoulders.

“His vitals are all strong, though his heart rate is a bit elevated. I’d say he has nothing to worry about. If you have blood in your urine, get yourself to the hospital right away, but everything looks good.”

“See?” Gray says. “I have a clear bill of health.”

He exits the back of the ambulance and we walk across the now-deserted lawn. Only a few cars remain, including his battered Jeep. I turn and lean my back against the hood, smiling up at Gray.

“So, all’s well that ends well, I guess.”

His silver-gray gaze grows intense. Gray leans toward me as he speaks.

“Charlotte…I don’t want this to end.”

“You don’t? You WANT me to be under threat from a cult for the rest of my life?”

“No!” he shakes his head emphatically. “Not what I mean at all. I mean, I don’t want us to end.”

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