Page 129 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“Just because you’re some sort of sex god doesn’t mean I’m yours to take whenever you want!”
“So you think I’m fantastic in bed,” he quips, and I can hear the grin in his growly, modified voice.
I gasp, not gracing his stupid joke with a response. “Wasn’t blocking your number clear enough? I want nothing to do with you anymore!”
“Lower the gun. You don’t wanna do this.”
“And why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you! You have three fucking seconds!”
“Three seconds ain’t enough to tell you what you mean to me. Hell, not even three hours will do. Try three lifetimes and maybe we’ll make a decent start.”
My brows rise. “You stalked me and put a gun to my head because youcareabout me?”
“I’ve always cared.”
“Is this you asking me to be your girlfriend or what?”
He huffs like I insulted him. “Bullshit. I don’t want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my wife.”
A hysterical laugh escapes me. “What the hell is wrong with you? I haven’t seen your face and you’re planning a wedding! How about a letter or a bouquet of flowers with a card first off? How about being a normal fucking person for once instead of a crazy, masked stalker?”
“Would you have talked to me if I sent a letter or flowers like a normal man?”
Heat fans across my face. “I-I mean I’m not sure if?—”
“But see, you don’twantnormal. You want a guy who’s so hopelessly obsessed with you he’d burn down the world to have you. You left me no choice.”
I shake my head. “You’re delusional if you think I’d ever get back together with you after this?—”
Jax lunges for me and I startle. My finger on the trigger twitches. Hard. A bang blasts my eardrums, and for a moment, all I hear is a ringing.
Then Jax’s groan.
“Damn it, woman!” he curses, holding his side.
A wet stain appears on his tank top and my heart flips. Oh, no. The stain is getting bigger.
“I shot you!” I squeal, dropping the gun.
“Thank you kindly, I fuckin’ noticed! What the hell did you do that for? I’m bleedin’ like a stuck pig!”
“The b-basic gun safety rules… I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!” I rush to press my hand on his side. Blood warms my fingers, turning them sticky and red. “I just wanted to wave the revolver around and scare you into leaving me alone.”
Jax gives a strained laugh. “Then you shoulda aimed for my head cause the only way I’m lettin’ you go is if you put me in the ground. Thank fuck you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn from the inside, though.”
“You’re bleeding out and your priority is toteaseme?”
“I’d get shot a hundred times if it means you’ll touch me even once.”
I yank my hand away like he’s contagious and take a step back. “Shut up! We need to call an ambulance.”
“I’m fine,” he groans and leans against the fence.
“You’re notfine. And take off the mask! You’re literally dying!”
I reach for the mask, grabbing the fabric hood, but Jax’s hand shoots up, snapping around my wrist.
“Leave. It. On,” he snarls.
