Free Billionaire Misery by Lexy Timms Page B

“Give me the files, or I’ll kill Craig.”
    The gun in his hand was steady. He was serious. He was banking on her loving Craig. For all she knew, Craig was banking on it too.
    “Kill him,” she said. “I couldn’t care less.”
    Her words were the ultimate betrayal. She knew it. She had copies of the files, and even if she lost the ones in her hand she could use the copies. But Wilkes didn’t know that. Craig knew it, though, and she didn’t know if she could trust him.
    Now that they knew she was an agent, she couldn’t trust any of them.
    Wilkes’ finger tightened. The look on his face was lethal. Jessie pointed her gun right at his head. She’d pull the trigger, and she wouldn’t look back.
    She had an idea and she moved swiftly, suddenly. The barrel of her gun pressed against Craig’s temple. She heard Katie drag in a long and pained breath. Jessie smirked. “I tell you what, Wilkes. Let’s just take your son out of the equation, what do you say?”
    Craig didn’t move.
    Katie shouted, “No! He’s... Don’t, Jessie... It’s Charlie...”
    Morgan said, calmly, “If you kill him, Jessie, I won’t stop until I get that gun.”
    Jessie smiled. “I know that, Morgan. In fact, I’m counting on it.”
    Did he understand what she was trying to say with those words? She thought she saw a flicker in his eyes that might mean that he did, but she couldn’t be sure. She had to risk it, because there was nothing else she could do.
    She stepped out in front of Craig and then she turned. Aiming the gun low on his chest, and hoping she wouldn’t hit anything vital, she fired.
    Craig’s eyes went wide.
    Then he fell.

CHAPTER 8
    C raig fell to the floor, shock and pain rocketing through his body. The pain from the shot didn’t hurt nearly as badly as Jessie’s admission.
    She’d lied to him!
    He should have fucking known. Son of a bitch!
    Her determination to know everything. Her eagerness to go after Wilkes. She’d never told him that Wilkes had had her father killed, and now that he knew, he understood why she was so driven, but it didn’t change the fact that she had worked as a cop and there were plenty of people sitting behind bars right now.
    Because of her.
    Fuck, he’d be behind bars soon too. He had done far too much not to go to jail, and if she was really an agent, she had file on him thicker than anyone else’s. Then she’d fucking shot him!
    The bullet lodged, and he felt his ribs thud and pound below the force of it.
    She had shot him!
    In a bulletproof vest, but did she know that? Still hurt like a son of a bitch. She’d done it on purpose, neatly taking him out of Wilkes’ line of fire. He gasped for air and as he did, Morgan moved, his hand coming up and chopping down on Wilkes.
    Wilkes’ gun toppled to the floor and Morgan punched him, hard enough to send him flying backward.
    Craig rolled over and managed to get a hand out and the gun in it. But even a disarmed Blake Wilkes was dangerous. He had to be shut up, at least long enough for them to get out of there.
    He couldn’t stand. The vest had absorbed the bullet but not the shock, and his entire body ached. Morgan grabbed him and hauled him to his feet just as Jessie made her move.
    Jessie’s lean body slid through the air, a study in beautiful power. Her foot connected with Wilkes’ neck, and he went down like a sack of stones.
    She stood over him, her gun in hand, breathing hard, and murder in her eyes. She said in a low and lethal voice, “Stop resisting.” Craig had time to wonder who she was talking to—Blake or herself. The gun wavered and she choked out a swear word, “Asshole.”
    Craig went to reach for the gun. “Don’t do it, Jessie. Don’t. Give me the gun.”
    The pistol swung to his face. “You’re his kid.”
    “Yes. But that’s not my fault. I never knew, not until recently.”
    Her hands shook. “He took my whole family.” Tears streaked down her cheeks. “You knew he took my whole family and you