Mine to Have (Mine #5)(34)

“Oh, Saxon,” a low, feminine voice sighed his name, “what have you done to yourself this time?”

The voice and the touch were familiar. So when his eyes opened, he had a smile on his lips because he didn’t want Jasmine to worry about him.

She stood beside his bed, and she wasn’t alone. The shark-in-a-suit that was her new husband—Drake Archer—waited at her side.

“You got here fast,” Saxon said, the words a little too gruff.

“That’s the benefit of having a private jet.” Jasmine—hell, to him she would always just be Jazz—smiled at him. “I’m a long way from those streets where we met.”

But they hadn’t technically met on the streets. They’d met in a blood-stained boxing ring. In fights that weren’t sanctioned anywhere. He and Victor had been facing off. They’d beat each other to bloody pulps—all to earn a little cash. For food. For survival. When the fight had ended, everyone else had left, everyone but Jazz. She’d patched them up.

They’d become family.

Saxon’s gaze slid toward Drake. As usual, the guy was watching him with a wary stare and keeping his hand on Jazz. After all the shit that had went down in their relationship, it wasn’t surprising that Drake was still afraid Jazz might slip right through his fingers and vanish.

The way Elizabeth is going to do.

She edged ever closer to him. “I’m not supposed to get a call from Victor, telling me that you’re fighting for your life.”

He tried to sit up. The damn stitches were pulling. “Vic panicked. I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t. If you were fine, then you wouldn’t be in that bed. The doctors wouldn’t have spent hours stitching you back up.”

He caught her hand. He’d always wanted to protect Jazz, even from the first moment they’d met. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to guard her, not like he wanted. She’d worked undercover for Victor, too, and on her last case, she’d been hurt. Right in front of me. Whenever he remembered that moment, fury tore through him. And he wanted to kill the bastard who’d put his hand on her.

He knew that Jazz’s husband felt the same way. Drake might look like a fancy suit, but the guy had some real killer instincts. He’d proved that, again and again.

It’s why I like the guy. Why I told Vic to back the hell off and let Jazz be happy with him.

“What happened? Vic would only say that a mission went bad.”

Very bad. “We had a traitor in our midst. He came after me and Vic and the…the woman I was protecting.”

Jasmine’s brown eyes showed her worry. “Is he still a threat?”

“According to Vic, he’s here in the hospital, hooked up to more machines than I am.”

Drake whistled. “And I’m guessing you’re the reason he’s that way.”

Saxon focused on Drake. “He was going to kill Elizabeth. So yeah, I wanted him dead.” Don’t act like you can’t relate.

Drake nodded. “I’m surprised he’s still alive.”

“Victor made me stop.” Victor, and Elizabeth. Because he hadn’t wanted her to see him as just a killer. Now, well, now she’d probably never be seeing him again, so what did it matter?

“You should come back to Vegas with us,” Jasmine said, her words rushing out. When she got nervous, her words always sounded a little fast to him. “There’s plenty of room—”

Uh, yeah, because Drake owned a chunk of Sin City.

“And I can keep an eye on you.”

Drake nodded. “You know you’re always welcome. You’re family.”

Saxon pulled Jasmine close and gave her a hug. He ignored the sting of the stitches. What did a little pain matter? “I’ll be back on my feet in no time.”

“You scared me,” she whispered. There was a brief pause and then she revealed, “But that wildness you carry…it’s always scared me a bit. Sometimes, it seemed like you had a death wish.”

Not anymore. He eased back a bit. “I’m done with undercover work. I’m free, Jazz. Free.”

She smiled up at him.

“But I’m not coming to Vegas.”

Her smile dimmed.

“You know what I have waiting on me.” His dream. So close.

And, yet…still far away.

Did that dream always seem a little empty? Or was that just because—because I won’t see Elizabeth again?

“I get to visit you,” Jasmine said.

“Anytime you want.” Of course, he’d be different in this new life. He’d leave his killing past behind. No longer would he have to pretend to be a criminal—I’ve been pretending for so long that I almost lost myself.

But then he’d busted into that back room at The Blade and seen her.

Jasmine was searching his gaze. “Something is different.”

“I’m drugged,” he told her bluntly. “Pain meds.” That he hated. He’d already told the docs no more. He couldn’t stand the slow, sluggish feeling in his body.

“Not that.” Her hand waved vaguely toward him. “You seem different.” Her gaze turned calculating. “Who was the woman?”

Elizabeth.

He looked away from Jasmine. He hadn’t seen Elizabeth since he’d woken up. Saxon knew Victor had her in protective custody, with a guard always close by.