“What the fuck is this?”
“This? This is business, boss. There are some people that want what you have and are willing to pay a pretty penny to have it.”
“You fucking sold me out? I took you under my wing when you were nothing.”
“You see what I’m sayin’, this guy.” He waved the gun in front of my face. “You don’t know shit. I’ve been doin’ deals and runnin’ shit behind your back for years.”
My gun was just inside of my jacket. If I could get to it, I would have a chance. “What do you want, Mickie?”
“Me? The Russians make sure I’m taken care of as long as I’m feeding them info.”
“This is the Russians?” I slid my hand inside my jacket. BANG. A shot to my arm. A burn and then a piercing pain. “FUCK!”
Mickie laughed, “Hey, that hurt me more than it hurt you,” the other men laughed. “That wife of yours, mmm, when you’re dead I’m gonna hit that shit hard. I’m gonna put that smart ass mouth of hers to use.” Everyone laughed and suddenly the pain in my arm was dulled.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, 1 Mickie.”
“No, boss, I’m gonna kill you. Well, the Russians are gonna kill you while I’m fucking your wife.”
I sprinted forward. BANG! Another shot this time to my chest. I collapsed.
“Come on, let’s get him upstairs.”
My body was dragged across the warehouse then the stairs. My breath was difficult and consciousness was a joke. I moved my arms searching for a gun or phone, feeling nothing. My body was cold and a gurgling noise came from my lungs.
“I’ll leave you to it then. I’ve got a prize I’m going for. Don’t leave anything behind.” I heard Mickie’s voice.
I moved my legs and felt around on the floor for anything to kill these motherfuckers with.
“Orlov wanted to be here himself, 1 but he’s a busy man now that he’s got all of your territories.”
Mickie hadn’t taken care of him? All these weeks he’d said he’d handled it. “Wait.” My vision was blurry. I focused as best as I could but nothing helped. I still couldn’t make the men out.
“Rest in peace,” the Russian accent spoke.
I took a long uncontrolled breath and sank into death’s wasteland.
Chapter 11
Bella
I ran to Jax’s side. 1 Seeing him lying on the floor next to a chair that had fallen. All color washed from his face shook me. I grabbed him feeling his lifeless body under my touch. “Jax!” I screamed, unable to hear my own voice. “Jax?” I shook him.
“Bella!” Tony ran to my side. “Stop!”
“Is he alive?” Tears poured down my face. “Is he alive?” I screamed again. “Jax, wake up, wake up, baby. I’m here, you’re gonna be okay.” I pressed my head against his chest listening for a breath or heartbeat. There was blood everywhere. But he couldn’t be dead. “Jax,” I shook him again, “you’re the first person I think about when I wake up, baby. You promised you’d never leave me, so wake up!”
“Bella, stop!” Sal grabbed me from behind. “Bella, he’s gone, he’s gone.”
“NO!” I cried.
“Fuck!”
“Who the fuck did this?”
All of their voices were mere echoes. I was lost inside of myself, and now I was covered in Jax’s blood.
“Get an ambulance. Get him to the hospital.”
“I already called Marco. He’s on the way.”
“Get someone here to help him,” I cried.
“Wait!” Dominic hushed everyone. “Did you see that?”
“Did we see what?”
“The boss.” He dropped to his knees feeling Jax’s chest. “There,” he pressed his head to his chest, “he has a heartbeat and he’s barely breathing, but he is breathing.”
“He’s breathing?” I pulled away from Sal and hovered over Jax. He’s alive. Baby, stay with me.” I cried hysterically. Jax, don’t leave me, we are going to have a baby.
“There’s a bullet wound to his chest. Hs lung likely collapsed.” Tony announced.
We counted every breath Jax had until Marco and another paramedic came to help. Sal