Page 87 of My Vigilante Valentine

Oh, who was I kidding?

My brain was in full tilt-a-whirl mode, and I was about two seconds from vibrating out of my seat.

“That’s a lot of firepower for a simple delivery,” I grumbled.

“Because it’s not that simple,” Jax said in my ear. “They’re definitely moving something big tonight.”

The guards opened the back of the truck, and my eyes widened as they started unloading crate after crate after crate.

It was a never-ending parade… but, of what?

Chris frowned at the crates, clearly wondering the same thing. “Weapons? Drugs? Something worse?”

“If the pawn shop was the front for the money laundering, what’s this?”

Did our side quest seriously just turn into a random, much bigger can of worms within the first five minutes?

I squinted at the screen, watching intently as Jax moved silently across the roof, getting into position.

Even with the night vision, he was hard to track—just a shadow among shadows. The thought of him facing all those armed men alone made my stomach twist.

But he wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

He had us.

In fact… my eyes snapped toward subtle movement on another screen. “Blade—three more coming out of the building. They look kinda twitchy.”

“Good,” Jax replied. “Nervous means sloppy.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. Not a scared shiver—more like amy boyfriend is about to do something incredibly hotkind of shiver.

And then, he did just that.

One second, he was on the roof.

The next, he was just... gone.

The blur that was The Blade was too fast for even the cameras to track.

Yes, sir.

The first guard went down before anyone realized what was happening. And the next one? He followed immediately after, and then both of them were zip-tied and unconscious before they even hit the ground.

“Show-off,” I muttered.

But my lips were curved into a wicked smile, andyep—I was all about this vigilante-adjacent life.

The remaining bad guys started shouting, guns coming up as they tried to figure out where the attack was coming from.

But Jax?

He was already blurring again, flowing between them like they were the rocks and he was the rapids.

It was beautiful to watch. Frightening to the max, yes, but beautiful.

Kinda like a dance—if that dance involved throwing knives and superhuman speed.

I’d yet to see him bust out the swords, but I guessed that made sense. Jax wasn’t one for slicing people up all willy-nilly, and how often did he come across an opponent who had a sword of their own so it would be a true duel?

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