Page 258 of Affair
To stop him from doing stupid shit, Zayn punched him in the face.
It looked as if they had their detainee.
Play stupid games.
Win stupid prizes.
Oh, and this man was playing the stupidest game of them all. He was working for a traitor.
When the man was down, he shouted out to the group.
“They’re contained,” he said, not wanting any more molotov cocktails tossed their way.
That wasn’t the kind of fun he liked.
“Let’s get this asshole into the cabin. It looks like we have two pieces of shit to interrogate,” Zayn said, as they untangled the motor to get it beside the cabin deck.
It was information time.
Oh, and it was about damn time too.
Meanwhile...
Inside the cabin, there was a rush to do one thing, and only one thing. Now that the bullets had stopped flying, Jagger had his own mission.
He was pulling off his wife’s gear to see if she was hurt.
From the sound she made when he touched her chest, under the vest, there was no doubt that she was in pain.
Damn it.
He knew something bad was going to happen when she came into the swamp. Granted, he thought she’d be gator bait, but this was worse.
When he slid his hands deeper under the vest, past her breasts, he felt wetness.
At first, he nearly freaked out, but they were all wet since they’d been in the water.
“Are you good, Baby?” he asked, scared stupid.
“Yeah, but you’re not,” she said, seeing his arm. He was bleeding onto her.
“It’s just a graze,” he admitted, getting off of her body so he didn’t keep crushing his child. “Jesus Christ, Maura,” he muttered.
Yeah, he was riled up.
BIG.
TIME.
“I’m good,” she said, getting up now that she could breathe in again.
They didn’t know if the assholes outside radioed for backup, so they had to move. The pain could wait.
Now, Zayn and Jinx were just dragging an unconscious man into the cabin.
“Get him tied down,” Jagger said. “I can’t handle any more surprises today, or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
That was the truth too.
