Page 147 of Relentless Sinner

“It’s the Creed. Drive through them!” Eric shouts.

The Creed.

“Boss, we can’t do that.”

“Do it.”

The guard speeds up the car but then has to slow it right down when a large military truck pulls out in front and at least fifty armed men jump out. They look like something from a war movie.

They’re already surrounding the car before the guard stops it. One of them practically rips off the door and yanks the guard out. He starts to protest but gets a bullet to the head.

The door beside Eric opens. He tries to point his gun at the man but is pulled out of the car with a growl. I slide over to get a better look.

It’s Jaxon!

Oh my God.It’s really him.

How did he get free?

How?

I don’t care. He’s free now, and that’s all that matters.

One of the men pulls out the guard sitting in the passenger seat. I get out of the car but stumble, almost falling on my face, but someone catches me. It’s Micah.

I’ve never been so happy to see him.

“You’re okay. I got you,” he says, steadying me as I hold on to his arm.

We both look back at Jaxon as he shoves Eric into the side of the car.

“Jaxon, surely, we can come to some agreement,” Eric says, no longer sounding as menacing and confident as he did minutes ago.

“Agreement?” Jaxon raises a gun and shoots Eric in his stomach. “No, there will be no agreement. You double-crossing bastard. You killed my brother, and you kidnapped my wife.”

“All those memories we shared,” Eric stutters.

“Mean nothing to me now. Goodbye, Eric.” Three more shots rip through the air, and even when Eric crumples to the ground, Jaxon doesn’t stop shooting until he empties the bullets in his gun.

His face and chest are stained with Eric’sblood, but when he looks over at me, I can’t help myself. I run toward him, falling into his awaiting arms.

He holds me tight, like he’ll never let me go, and I pray he doesn’t because I’m not leaving him.

The war is over now.

No more danger. No more threats.

“Do you girls want some more hot cocoa?” Eve asks, looking at Cora and me on the sofa as she sets down another plate of cookies on the coffee table.

Eve has been fussing over me since I got home last night and has hardly left my side.

“No, we’re okay. If I have any more hot cocoa, I’ll burst.” I chuckle.

“Me too,” Cora agrees. “I will enjoy these cookies, though.”

“Perfect. Just let me know if you need any more.”

“We will. Thanks, Eve.” I give her a grateful smile and she returns it. It’s so great to be home with the people I love.

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