Page 153 of Sinning for Santa

“Warrick,” Devon rasps holding the phone out in front of him, having hit speaker.

“You must really want something if you’re calling me.” The other voice on the phone says with amusement in his tone, but Devon doesn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Tell me how to disable a bomb.”

“Daaaamn,” Warrick chuckles. “A bomb hey? And why the fuck should I help you?”

Devon’s cheeks flare red with anger, but he grits his teeth and responds to who must be his brother. I’m pretty sure he said his brother’s name is Warrick.

“You wanna see your kid again right?” Devon snaps and his brother snaps back.

“What do you think!”

“Then fucking help me, damn it. If this thing goes off, it could hurt him, too.”

I frown at Devon’s words. Warrick has a son, and he’s here?

“Come on, man, it’s just ticked past three fucking minutes,” Devon pleas.

Wait what?

Less than three minutes?

I have less than three minutes to live?

“Oh my god,” I whimper and Warrick sighs.

“Fine. Put me on video so I can see what we’re working with.”

Devonquickly transfers to video call, and a moment later, he holds the phone up in front of the bomb, while his eyes fasten on me.

‘It’ll be okay,’he mouths, and more tears well in my eyes.

“It’s actually not too complicated,” Warrick chimes in again, “or, it is complicated but is made to look easy to fool you.”

Another sob tries to escape, but I seal my lips shut, not letting this fear control me.

I’m going to die and take Devon and Finn with me. The thought of killing them too is more terrifying to me than my own death.

“Let’s pretend it is easy.” Devon snarls into the phone, his eyes not wavering from mine.

“Cut the blue wire,” Warrick says simply, and Devon’s brows shoot up.

“That’s it?”

“We’ll find out I guess,” the voice says through the phone, and Devon looks like he wants to reach into the phone and strangle his brother.

“Take this.” He holds up his phone, and Finn steps forward, taking the phone and replacing it with some electrical wire cutters.

“You need to leave,” I whisper to Finn, but he shakes his head.

“I’m right where I need to be, Miss Summers.”

“Jax,” Devon’s pained tone draws my attention back to him, and for a moment, he looks lost for words, until he speaks and it’s clear he is. “I… You… We…” he shakes his head, momentarily looking at the floor between us.

He’s clearly struggling with something, and I’m about to tell him not to worry about anything because I’m pretty damn sure three minutes must be nearly up.

“Fuck, little mouse. What I’m trying to say is… Thank you for waking me up, too.”

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