Page 65 of Risky Passion

And I won't tell him.Not while he’s fighting for our lives.

The screech of the car door bending backward grated in my ears as the men fought over the gun. Jaxson fought to get hold of the gun, and the weapon clanged as it slammed against the frame.

I'm not running.Not after everything we’ve been through.

He needs me.

The bullet wound burned like a branding iron. But clenching my jaw, I fought the agony as I ducked behind the car door.

Pressing my back against the metal, my heart pounded so hard I felt it in my teeth. Blood pulsed between my fingers as I studied the jaggedgash.It’s just a flesh wound.It won’t kill me. Just like my dislocated finger won’t either. Nausea wobbled in my stomach as I willed myself to stay upright and conscious. To stay alive.

I’m okay. I’m okay.

I sucked air through my teeth, fighting the urge to vomit.

Another gunshot cracked through the air.

“Jaxson!” I screamed, my voice breaking.

One of them shrieked in agony.

My heart stopped. “No, no, no!”

Another shot was fired.

I burst out from behind the door, gravel skidding under my bare foot. I didn’t care about the pain or the blood streaking my arm, I had to see him.

Another crack tore through the air, so sharp it felt like it was aimed straight at me.

Jaxson had Eddie pinned against the driver’s seat, inside the car door, and they were both locked in a brutal fight for the gun. Eddie kicked wildly, his face twisted with rage and desperation.

I searched around me, frantically looking for a weapon. The best I could find was a half-buried rock in the dirt the size of my fist. After kicking it free, I gripped it in my good hand, ready to swing at Eddie’s head with everything I had. But the men were a chaotic blur. Punching, kicking, bodies jerking violently.

Eddie’s ragged breaths rasped like sandpaper. But Jaxson growled with absolute rage.

I jumped forward, rock raised, ready to smash Eddie’s head.

“Tory, run!” Jaxson snarled as he slammed Eddie’s arm against the car door with a sickening thud.

Another shot fired.

Screaming, I jumped back.

Jaxson slammed Eddie’s arm down, and the gun clattered against the car door.

“Onyx! Attack!”

Onyx became a blur as she lunged forward and bit into Eddie’s ankle.

Eddie screamed, high-pitched and raw as he kicked his leg, trying to dislodge Onyx.

The gun fired again. Once, twice, three times, and each shot was a cannon blast, punching into the car door.

Eddie swung a wild punch, hitting Jaxson’s nose.

“Fuck!” Jaxson growled as he twisted away and rammed his knee into Eddie’s ribs.

Onyx snarled viciously, tearing at Eddie’s leg. Eddie screamed, kicking hard. His boot slammed into Onyx’s ribs, and she yelped, then bit into him again.

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