Run To Me (Lazarus Rising #4)(62)

“What the fuck are you saying? If you’ve got a point—”

“I want to leave,” Reva demanded. Her voice was close to shriek-level.

He was sure that she did want to leave, but that wasn’t happening. “I accessed the security footage from this club.” After he’d made love to Willow. She’d been changing, and he’d used that time to do a little hacking. Some skills never went out of style. It hadn’t been that hard, especially since…“So easy—I designed their system. Oh, wait, bet you didn’t know that.”

Lucas’s right hand was shoved into his pocket.

“When I accessed the footage, I saw Reva here the other night. But she wasn’t with that poor jerk who just got shoved into the SUV.” His gaze swept over Lucas. “She was with a blond guy who looked more like…you.”

Flynn slapped a hand on Lucas’s shoulder. He’d walked right up behind the guy, and Lucas hadn’t even known it—because Jay had deliberately kept the fellow’s attention on him.

“You’re the one we came here to find,” Jay explained with a cold smile. “And it’s your ass we’ll be dragging away before the cops arrive.”

Reva wasn’t speaking. Not anymore.

Lucas stared at him. Slowly shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy, Maverick.”

Jay just shrugged. “We’ll see.”

“I don’t know him,” Willow rasped. “I thought I’d feel something. I don’t. It’s like I’m staring at a stranger, and I just don’t—”

A growl broke from Lucas. At the same moment, his right hand yanked out of his pocket. Jay expected a weapon. It wasn’t. It looked as if the guy was holding a small, black phone. But—

Boom!

The SUV to the right ignited. The back of the vehicle flew into the air, then came crashing down as the SUV burst into a ball of flames.

The blast had Jay flying back. He turned his body as he flew, holding tight to Willow, trying to shield her. His body scraped across the pavement when he landed, but he jumped to his feet fast. His gaze went straight to the burning SUV.

Jay’s men had been in that vehicle. The poor, unconscious SOB from Wander had been in there—

“You just weren’t smart enough,” Lucas snarled at him. “Two steps behind me, all the time.”

And the back of Jay’s limo exploded. The force sent him staggering back. He could hear someone screaming. Reva? It wasn’t Willow. She’d run toward the limo faster than a blink. She’d yanked open the front door—and was dragging out the driver.

West was nowhere to be seen. The other guards were running. But Flynn—Flynn was driving his fist toward Lucas’s face.

Lucas dodged the blow in a move that was too fast. He dodged, and then he punched out with his hand, driving his fist into Flynn’s side. Flynn flew back. Flew back a good five feet before he hit the wall of Wander.

Definitely freaking enhanced.

Before Flynn could surge at the guy again, Lucas was firing his weapon. The bullets thudded into Flynn’s body.

“Bastard!” Jay roared. He yanked out his own weapon. He hadn’t come unarmed to this fight.

Lucas whirled toward him.

Jay fired. Once. Twice.

The bullets hit Lucas in the chest. He went down, his body twitching.

Jay took a step forward. Need to shoot in the head, just in case.

Reva grabbed him, her arms wrapping tightly around him. “I’m sorry!” Her eyes were wide, desperate. Fire blazed around them. “I didn’t know—I thought—ohmyGod, he killed the men in that vehicle! He killed them, didn’t he?”

Jay tried to pry Reva loose. She just held on tighter. He had one hand wrapped around his gun, and the other was trying to force her off him. “Willow!” Jay yelled. He could see her. She was on the ground, kneeling near the limo driver. The guy was bleeding a bit from a cut on his cheek, and his clothes were ripped, but otherwise, he looked okay.

“It was because of her!” Reva held him tighter. “He wanted her, and I just—”

Gunfire. A fast blast. Reva stiffened in his arms. She stared up at him. A tear leaked from her eye even as her body seemed to go limp. “I’m…sorry.”

It took a moment for Jay to feel the pain. Reva was slumping and he tried to hold her upright, and that was when the pain burned through him. Pain in his side, tearing through him. Twisting.

He felt the blood on his hands. Reva’s blood. She was bleeding and her body was slack, and he hurt.

Jay glanced up. He found Lucas staring at him. The bastard was on his feet, looking as if he’d never been shot.

“She was in the way,” Lucas shouted. “This time, I won’t miss.”

He’d shot Reva. The bullet had torn through her body. Gone into Jay.

“No!” Willow’s scream.

She flew at Lucas. Hit him even as he fired the next shot.

The burn hit Jay again. High on his shoulder, driving him back. The gun fell from his fingers. He tried to hold Reva, tried to stay upright. “Willow!”

Lucas had her. Jay could see it. Lucas slammed Willow into the wall. “Get the fuck…” Jay staggered forward, still holding Reva, but she was a dead weight in his arms. “Away…from h-her!”

But instead of getting away, Lucas shoved the gun to Willow’s head. Right to her temple. “I know what she is,” Lucas bellowed. His stare was on Willow, not Jay. “And if you think I won’t pull this trigger, you’re wrong.” He leaned forward. Pressed his forehead to hers. “Killed you once, baby. And I’ll do it again.”