Page 105 of Storm and Tempest
“We leave with the next shipment. Wasn’t that the deal?”
Whatever that meant, it was definitely a trap.
“Where? Where is she?” Jax nearly jumped out of the chair.
Months. It had beenmonths, and he hadn’t been able to find her. Now he was going to be able to hold her. He’d get to see how much she’d changed with this pregnancy, things she’d experienced all alone. She could tell him everything that had happened to her, while he could share what had gone on in the outside world.
Roberts said, “Guess you’ll find out” and walked to the tent flap.
Someone shoved it open and pushed him back.
Ramon entered first with a rifle in his hands. He squeezed off two shots, and Roberts fell back. Another of the men dove out of the way, or was shot, Jax wasn’t sure. Bruce barreled in with a gun as well.
Someone fired into the tent from outside.
Jax tipped the chair to the side and landed on his good shoulder, clenching his abs to sit. He pulled his knees in and kicked at the man closest to him. Aiming to shoot at one of his friends.
Jax slammed his boots into the back of the man’s knees, and his legs buckled.
He pulled his knees in again fast and kicked the man’s shoulder and the back of his head right before he hit the ground, the motion shoving the guy forward.
Jax rolled over and stood up, which made him a target for any gunman. Not good. He ran to the table and kicked it over,sending the laptop flying. It wasn’t going to provide much cover, but it would be better than nothing.
Ramon kept going, unfazed. A gunman over on the side of the room lifted up and fired across a table. Ramon fired at the same time, his aim arcing up as he fell back, blasting bullet holes in the ceiling. Crying out in a way that sounded more like anger than pain. He’d been shot.
Bruce fired at the shooter.
Several other men ran into the tent. One of the men slammed into Bruce and tackled him to the floor.
Amara came in after them. “Tie them all up,” she ordered.
For a second, Jax thought she was ordering him and Bruce to tie up the men, but he quickly realized the opposite was true—she was telling these guys to tie up him and his friends. But Jax still had his hands secured behind his back.
He rushed over to Ramon but couldn’t even put pressure on the wound.
Amara walked over to them, all high and mighty. An expression on her face like she didn’t care one bit about any of them. They might as well have been dirt on the bottom of her shoe. “What was the point in that show? You had to know it would be over quickly.”
Ramon had a bullet hole high on his chest, just under his collar bone. It was probably the best place it could’ve hit.
Thank You, Lord.
The Hispanic man breathed hard, clutching his chest with his teeth gritted. “Ow! That hurts.”
“We’ll get you help,” Jax told him. “Sorry, but I can’t put pressure on it.”
Ramon shook his head, as much concession as Jax was going to get.
Amara said, “I should kill you now. Just put a bullet in your head and put the world out of its misery having to deal with your sorry self still existing.”
Fire flashed in Ramon’s eyes.
Despite the plan, and Amara making it look good with her overacting, he could see the words hit home for the guy. Jax wanted to chide her, but the men here had to believe she was on their side.
“Enough.” Roberts clambered to his feet, fury in his eyes and two silver bullets embedded in the vest he had on. The look on his face wasn’t an expression Jax wanted to see late at night—or ever. “No one shoots anyone else.” He looked at one of his men. “Take the wounded to the medical tent to be shipped back to the mainland, and the rest go on the transport.”
That meant Bruce was going with Jax, while Ramon went to get treatment.
Jax could deal with that.
