Page 88 of My Vigilante Valentine

“Two on the left trying to be sneaky, Blade,” Chris piped up.

“On it,” Jax replied, and sure enough—those two went down next.

I kept my eyes glued to the screens, watching for any threats he might miss. Not that he seemed to even need the help—he was poetry in motion, taking down the bad guys like he was born to do it.

Which… maybe he was.

The fight was over in minutes. All the guards were down, secured with zip ties, and the truck’s drivers had surrendered without Jax even having to touch them.

“Area secure,” Jax announced.

“Calling it in now.” Chris pulled out a burner phone. “SHPD will be here in five.”

I collapsed into my seat like my spine had given up on its one job, exhaling through my nose in an attempt to keep it together. “That was...”

“Hot?” Chris supplied with a smirk.

“I was gonna say impressive.”

“Sure you were.”

“Exhilarating?”

He pursed his lips. “Getting warmer.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, but before I could say more, something out of place on one of the screens caught my eye.

“Wait...” I leaned forward, inches from the monitor. “Jax, er—Blade, there’s someone?—“

A figure burst from the shadows, and my heart flatlined.

Gun raised.

And pointed?—

Okay, then.

Jax was already on it.

He spun—faster than even my thoughts were spinning—and then a knife flew from his hand and caught the gun, knocking it away with ease.

The man tried to run, but Jax was there in an instant.

He took him down with the same gorgeously scary grace he’d used on the others.

Chef’s kiss.

“Like I said,” Jax drawled through the comms. “Nervous means sloppy.”

I collapsed back in my seat again. “You knew he was there?”

“Maybe.” The smile in his voice was everything and more. “Or maybe I just have good backup.”

Warmth bloomed in my chest as Chris and I shared a grin. “Heck yeah, you do.”

Sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer.

“Time to go. Meet you at the spot?” Jax asked.

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