Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(134)

Max opens the shed door, and I stand there stupidly because that’s what you do when you’re in shock. I’m staring around looking lost. I feel lost. That’s when the bullets start. They sound distant? Or maybe it’s just that way because of the dull roar and feeling of unreality in my head. I’m not sure. The bullets pinging off the ground feel close though. The sand dusts and the gunfire grows. Apparently whatever has happened makes them think it’s safe to fire around me? Or, Max is right, and it’s no holds barred.

“Tess, damn it! Take cover!” His voice jars me; it’s either that or the bullet that whizzes by us when he comes out and grabs my arm.

I feel a sharp sting of pain, but I don’t have time to worry about it because Max is manhandling me into the ATV. I barely have time to hang on before he’s on, and we’re sliding out of the shed, backwards on two wheels. It fishtails in the sand; bullets hit metal and Max’s hand shoves my head down, hard. He keeps his hand there for a few minutes; he needed not worry, because I’m busy trying to suck air into my lungs, and I’m terrified to look up.

“Keep your head down, Tess. We’ve lost the ones on the beach, but we may yet get caught when we cross back to through the marina,” he barks. I don’t respond. I’m not sure I have a voice.

It’s hitting me. I’m not sure it had until this point. It is now. I’m on the run with a wanted felon. I’m no longer a hostage. I’m someone who has aided a known felon. As we somehow make it through the marina and continue into the swamp, still in the ATV for now, the only thing I can think is…

Now I’m a wanted felon, too.





29


Max


I’m a f*cking *. I thought I had everything under control and handled. I was so damned wrong. I look over at Tess. She’s pale, and I don’t think she’s said two words to me since we parked the ATV and started hiking. We’re almost to our meeting point with Marcum and the boys, and I know that’s where I will lose her. It’s for the best. I know that. I have been living in a dream world. Marcum will fix it so that the cops treat Tess as an innocent victim. Her life will go back to normal. She will still have a life, and she’ll be happy. Tess deserves happiness.

“We’re almost there, Kitten.” She doesn’t answer. Is she mad? I’m feeling guilty and I shouldn’t. She made choices, the same as I did. I warned her and warned her.

“Max?” She whispers about five minutes later. I stop as she stumbles against me.

“Yeah?” I ask, and my voice sounds hateful, but then I feel hateful. I resent that she’s giving me the silent treatment. I resent that I’m in this position to begin with. If she had just stayed away from me. If she had never walked through those doors at the prison…

“Max, I’m not feeling so good,” she says, and when I turn around, she sways into me. I grab her by the arms, and something feels off. Her right shoulder is hot. I look under my hand, and the stain of dark crimson red is soaking through the long sleeved shirt she’s wearing.

“Fuck! Tess, why didn’t you tell me you’d been shot?” I ask her but her head falls back and her eyes close.

Through all of this. Through planning out murder, taking someone’s life, waiting for the cops to show up, court and even that final echoing slam of the prison doors, I have never felt fear. Not once has this blood running cold, heart-stopping, cold, clammy sweat, type of fear swamped me. Now, it runs down me in buckets. Now, it nearly overtakes me. My f*cking knees are buckling.

I go to the ground with her in my arms. I have the strangest urge to gather her close to me and rock her. Instead, I guard her head and gently fix her on the ground. I quickly take her shirt off. It looks as if it’s a graze in and out, but there’s blood, and the fact that the dark red is marring Tess’s beautiful pale skin is obscene to me. Disgust gathers in my stomach. I may not have pulled the trigger, but I am responsible. I tap down my guilt and work on cleaning the wound. I hear twigs breaking in the background. My hand goes to the gun I have stuck on my back, in my belt. I don’t have time to take cover, and even if I did, I’m not leaving Tess. I do the only thing I can. I move standing in front of Tess and aim my pistol and wait.

“Woah, son. It’s just us. When you didn’t show up, thought you might need enforcements,” Marcum says as I carefully take my hand off the trigger.

“Lost the f*ckers, before we crossed into the marina. What the hell happened? I thought you had the law tied down?” I hurl the accusation at him while turning my attention back to Tessa.

“Shit, what happened to Tess?” Marcum asks as more men move in.

“I think she was grazed. I didn’t know until just now, but shit she’s unconscious.” My hands are shaking as I go back to work on her. Marcum pushes me out of the way as he and Ride, go to work on Tess. They were both medics in the military and know more about this shit than I do, so I defer to them. Ride was actually a medic on the battlefield. I clench my hands in my fists as they take over.

“She’s okay boy, just a graze. Maybe she just fainted from fear. See?” Marcum says, clapping his head on my shoulder.

“Max?” Tess says, and her voice does sound stronger.

I push Ride out of the way and gather her in my arms. I need to hold her and make sure she’s okay. Now I give into my first impulse. Now I hold her close and rock her. I don’t even care that my old man and the rest of the men are standing around us. I give into the urge.